To Be (Charlie) or Not to Be (Charlie)? To Be (Charlie) or Not to Be (Charlie)?
Killing is not creating, and drawing is not killing. Charlie has the right to draw.
Feb 4, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Kamel Daoud
Evangelical Boilerplate Evangelical Boilerplate
Billy Graham’s innocuous blend of showmanship and salvation.
Feb 4, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Molly Worthen
Fortune’s Son Fortune’s Son
Why the line from Barry Goldwater to Ted Cruz runs over Nelson Rockefeller.
Feb 4, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Michael O’Donnell
Some Enchanted Standards Some Enchanted Standards
Singing the standards on Shadows in the Night, Bob Dylan employs his own flaws to beautiful effect.
Feb 2, 2015 / Books & the Arts / David Hajdu
Sullivan Versus Sullivan Sullivan Versus Sullivan
From Andrew Sullivan's departure from the blogosphere to Birdman's inevitable wins at the Oscars: it's all inside today's Altercation.
Feb 2, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Eric Alterman
Larry Wilmore: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Multicultural Diversity… Larry Wilmore: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Multicultural Diversity…
The new Nightly Show confronts PC.
Jan 30, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Leslie Savan
Latin Lives Latin Lives
Is the revival of a dead language breathing new life into the humanities?
Jan 26, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Anthony Grafton
The Zeitgeist of No Zeitgeist The Zeitgeist of No Zeitgeist
MoMA’s “Forever Now” trumpets art with a shallow sense of tradition.
Jan 26, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky
Uncommon Catastrophes Uncommon Catastrophes
Reconsidering how the Middle East was transformed by World War I.
Jan 26, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Tom Finn
Return Return
January robin, I want you to live more than I want you to stay and I want you to stay more than I want to live. Stipple your frost-fitted feet on the crunchsqueak of the cornsnow lit up with its own freezing. Your chest like morning-mouth blood on the pillow for reasons I’d rather not know. Cold-cramped wing fly you to Iowa for half-safety for these climes will climb to your beak. And all we hear from is heat and melt. Let that rumor your feather, fling you far.
Jan 26, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Christopher Richards