Remembering Seamus Heaney Remembering Seamus Heaney
The contrarian poet refused to toe any party line.
Sep 4, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Margaret Spillane
Jester and Priest: On Leszek Kolakowski Jester and Priest: On Leszek Kolakowski
How the great Polish philosopher went from being an anticlerical scourge to an apostle of John Paul II.
Sep 4, 2013 / Books & the Arts / John Connelly
More of Less More of Less
Thomas Hirschhorn’s unmonumental monument to egalitarianism and Antonio Gramsci.
Sep 4, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky
Summer’s Fall: White House Down Summer’s Fall: White House Down
The happy ending to Hollywood’s summer: not guy gets girl but guy gets job.
Sep 4, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Joshua Clover
The Hidden History of New York City’s Central Library Plan The Hidden History of New York City’s Central Library Plan
Why did one of the world’s greatest libraries adopt a $300 million transformation without any real public debate?
Aug 28, 2013 / Feature / Scott Sherman
Another Constructive Tea Party Agenda Another Constructive Tea Party Agenda
“Some Republicans Nurture Dreams of Impeaching Obama” —New York Times headline The limits of our patience have been reached: Obama simply has to be impeached. High crimes and misdemeanors? Yes, this traitor Must have them. We’ll produce a long list later. For now, we say he has to get the sack. You may have noticed, by the way—he’s black.
Aug 28, 2013 / Column / Calvin Trillin
The Colonist of Good Will: On Albert Camus The Colonist of Good Will: On Albert Camus
Algerian Chronicles shows that Camus still has something to say to us—not about terrorism but economic justice.
Aug 27, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Thomas Meaney
Drawing the Line: Architects and Prisons Drawing the Line: Architects and Prisons
A call for architects to refuse to design chambers of living death.
Aug 27, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Michael Sorkin
Eating a Macintosh Apple Eating a Macintosh Apple
Eating a Macintosh apple she showed me her crumpled lips. And afterward she didn’t know what to do she couldn’t even discard that small mangled thing that more and more turned yellow in her hand. And daylight’s the time to get drunk when the body still waits for surprises from light and from rhythm, when it still has the energy to invent a disaster. (translated from the Italian by David Shapiro with Gini Alhadeff)
Aug 27, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Patrizia Cavalli
Two Hours Ago I Fell in Love Two Hours Ago I Fell in Love
Two hours ago I fell in love and trembled, and tremble still, and haven’t a clue whom I should tell. (translated from the Italian by Mark Strand)
Aug 27, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Patrizia Cavalli