I am sitting in a bland conference room in Midtown Manhattan with twenty-nine so-called business professionals, and one of our instructors, Sharon, has just told us to imagine a huge rectangular brass ...
Liberal internationalism died in the ruins of Gaza and Beirut. Donald Trump’s return to office has only put a tin plate on the coffin. The doctrine lost all legitimacy through its dependence on ...
In the West Bank, where foreign media can still operate, daily horrors are both more commonplace and less frequent than in ...
“This time is different.” With Donald Trump’s second term off to a roaring, snorting start—a furious dust cloud of ICE raids and ICE-raid photo ops, tariffs announced and then paused, a funding freeze ...
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I first encountered Robert Crumb at my local Blockbuster, in the mid-Nineties, when Crumb became available for rental. I wasn’t more than ten at the time, so I didn’t understand that the movie was a ...
From Sister Europe, which was published last month by Knopf. Demian was among the first guests to arrive, taking a taxi. He had intended to get through the evening by being buzzed, though he managed ...
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From “Notes on Baudelaire’s Parisian Tableaux,” which was published for the first time in English in the Fall 2024 issue of October. Translated from the French by Michael Krimper. Baudelaire was ...
Do (and here I’m charitably speculating that my previous letters have for some reason not reached you and that you have not already definitively done so) ignore what could be seen as pleas for help.
From Silent Catastrophes, which was published last month by Random House. Translated from the German by Jo Catling. Few have reflected as thoroughly as Elias Canetti upon the fateful processes of our ...
I’m from Kharkiv, a big industrial center in eastern Ukraine. It had been transformed in recent years, before the war—that means good roads, flower beds, lovely parks. It’s beautiful. It hurts me to ...