Northern Lights Northern Lights
Reviews of Hedda Gabler and Dance of Death.
Nov 1, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Carol Rocamora
Victory Gardens?! Victory Gardens?!
War tropes abound once again during our war on terrorism, but this ain't the USA of yesteryear.
Nov 1, 2001 / Column / Katha Pollitt
Letter From Cairo Letter From Cairo
Egypt's political agenda is increasingly set by the viewpoints aired on Al Jazeera.
Nov 1, 2001 / Feature / Steve Negus
Which America Will We Be Now? Which America Will We Be Now?
September 11 showed us true American heroes. Now let's build on their strength.
Nov 1, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Bill Moyers
Sweatshops, Firsthand Sweatshops, Firsthand
A review of Sweatshop Warriors: Immigrant Women Workers Take on the Global Factory, by Miriam Ching Yoon Louie.
Nov 1, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Elizabeth Martinez
Unleash the Press Unleash the Press
The White House has learned from the past—from the conflicts in Vietnam, Grenada, Panama and the Balkans—how to ensure an acquiescent press.
Nov 1, 2001 / John R. MacArthur
A War We Cannot Win A War We Cannot Win
If bin Laden is destroyed, his shadowy armies will grow, rather than wither away.
Nov 1, 2001 / Feature / John le Carré
In Fact… In Fact…
US food airdrops, School of the Americas Watch gets border scrutiny, V.S. Naipaul, Walter Isaacson and more.
Nov 1, 2001 / The Editors
Le Pouvoir Est Dans La Rue? Le Pouvoir Est Dans La Rue?
Be wary when pundits talk of 'The Street.'
Nov 1, 2001 / Column / Christopher Hitchens
The Orchid Flower The Orchid Flower
Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why such pleasure comes from one small bud on a long spindly stem, one blood red gold flower opening at mid-summer, tiny, perfect in its hour. Even to white- haired craggy poet, it's purely erotic, pistil and stamen, pollen, dew of the world, a spoonful of earth, and water. Erotic because there's death at the heart of birth, drama in those old sunrise prisms in wet cedar boughs, deepest mystery in washing evening dishes or teasing my wife, who grows, yes, more beautiful because one of us will die.
Nov 1, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Sam Hamill