In Which Tess Visits Her Very Own Suicide Colony
Suicide Colonyby Tess LynchLet me take you back in time to 2005. I was at Brown, in the miserable never-ending cold, with no good produce to eat and a thesis to write.All I could think about was moving...
View ArticleIn Which We Equate Ourself With A Galaxy And You're Not All That Surprised
Space for Allby Alex CarnevaleThink in orderto recallwhat the striking thingresembles.(So impotentlyloved the world- Rae Armantrout, Precedence, 1985This morning I visited the Russian consulate in...
View ArticleIn Which We Are Made Less Receptive To Big Ideas
The American ColonyOur senior contributor Molly Young’s groundbreaking journey to the Middle East concludes today. Relive those memorable Jews and Arabs in The American Colony.Part OnePart TwoPart...
View ArticleIn Which Yvonne's Trip Is Presented In Its Entirety
We welcome the talented, perceptive and fashionable contributor Yvonne Puig aboard as our contributing editor. Yvonne will be writing largely about scarves...when she's not touching you deeply. Are You...
View ArticleIn Which We Discuss The Pressing Problem of the Masses
55,000's a Crowdby Alex CarnevaleSometimes in a crowd there is an eye of the storm, where you are coexisting equitably with the rest of the world.But for the most part we seem intent on being closer...
View ArticleIn Which Georgia Puts A Prayer In The Wailing Wall
This is our first entry in our series on parents. You can find the second entry here. Look How Happy They Were by GEORGIA HARDSTARK For the first few years of my parents' marriage, from about 1970...
View ArticleIn Which Stalin Is The Biggest Goy We Can Think Of
Some Out of The Way Corner of the Universeby Alex CarnevaleOnce upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there was a star...
View ArticleIn Which It Begins And Ends With The Fish
Tsukijiby Brian DeLeeuwThe tuna auctions at Tokyo’s Tsukiji fish market start around 5:30AM, but the market’s already been active for hours. The bluefin carcasses are displayed on raised pallets, six...
View ArticleIn Which We Are Always Traveling
Safariby Camille GarciaI’m stuck in rush-hour traffic on the 110 going north. It’s stop and go, as usual; I’m one of many in the sea of brake lights inching forward along the serpentine freeway.For a...
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