Gordimer’s Way Gordimer’s Way
The Nobel laureate’s short stories are her lasting legacy to the literary world.
Sep 16, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Tony Eprile
Shelf Life Shelf Life
The secret history of invisible ink.
Sep 16, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Peter C. Baker
Ghosting Around Ghosting Around
In the stories of Kjell Askildsen, all that the men want is to be unseen.
Sep 16, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Aaron Thier
Language and Blood Language and Blood
In 1941, genocide broke out in Croatia, and we still cannot explain why.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / John Connelly
Prominent Vacuums Prominent Vacuums
Nadav Schirman’s The Green Prince is a fact-free documentary about collaboration.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
In Mardin In Mardin
Among the Kurds in southeastern Turkey.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / John Palattella
Re: Re:
I said okay okay and then it was altogether right to say all right, I said. Though on the other hand, I said. Just that you understand how this is, I said at least twice. And considering, taking fully into account the matter of could be, soon a might have been, it seems at least partly wise to upend or refigure. Oh second thought! Last minute to relish! Sound of heating duct, printer not printing, my own temporal artery in the nothing they said. Right. Or it was what else I blurted at the table. Something like: I imagine it’s possible though we may need more time, what with and as it happens, whoever and beyond that aren’t there other means to other ways to pledge ourselves one starry planet in the cloud bank? Well, sure, I guess I said then over the quietest perfect falling into place or pieces.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Marianne Boruch
Jokowi’s Way Jokowi’s Way
Can Indonesia’s charismatic new president solve the slow-burning crises of the world’s third-largest democracy?
Sep 3, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Thomas Meaney and Saskia Schäfer
Headphones Headphones
The French Revolution vanishes into rain. The cafe where Camille Desmoulins jumped atop the table and roared is closed. So too the one grocery store in the Adirondack town. Three years fade into centuries of raised voices. When I think “of my childhood” what am I thinking? Spiro Agnew’s widow died. Everything a function of stochastic patterns this rain also obeys. Can’t you hear it the unpitched wave soaking the spruce? Can’t you hear them screaming? Morton Feldman said pointing below the Berlin pavement stones. One deafens to live till you’re deafened to all. I’m canceling all the noise my earthened ears bring me.
Sep 3, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Maureen McLane
The View The View
How Michael Bloomberg turned architecture into a sixty-four-ounce Coke.
Sep 3, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Michael Sorkin