Artists Keeping Secrets Artists Keeping Secrets
The eloquent silences of Albert York and Judith Scott.
Dec 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky
Courting Disaster Courting Disaster
Why does the Pakistani military pick unwinnable fights?
Dec 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Muhammad Idrees Ahmad
Suspicious Minds Suspicious Minds
Joseph O’Neill’s Dubai novel, The Dog.
Dec 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Peter C. Baker
Propaganda, Deed Propaganda, Deed
A riot is a riot because it is not simply a message.
Dec 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Joshua Clover
What Are ‘Nation’ Interns Reading the Week of 12/05/14? What Are ‘Nation’ Interns Reading the Week of 12/05/14?
What are interns reading for the week of 12/05/14?
Dec 5, 2014 / Books & the Arts / StudentNation
Our Words, Our Selves Our Words, Our Selves
Is our language broken and suddenly in need of repair?
Dec 4, 2014 / Books & the Arts / E. Ethelbert Miller
Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Rutherford B. Hayes (but Forgot To Ask) Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Rutherford B. Hayes (but Forgot To Ask)
Americans today are a lot more familiar with his presidency than they think they are.
Dec 3, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Richard Kreitner and Back Issues
Blaming the Victim, Excusing the Powerful: What Real Institutional Media Bias Looks Like Blaming the Victim, Excusing the Powerful: What Real Institutional Media Bias Looks Like
Eric on this week’s concerts and Reed on how, from Bill Cosby’s victims to drone strikes, the media refuse to protect the powerless.
Dec 2, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Eric Alterman and Reed Richardson
Plugged Into the Socket of Life Plugged Into the Socket of Life
Behind Richard Pryor’s jokes and barbs was a man yearning to be free.
Nov 25, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Scott Saul
The Osprey The Osprey
or sea-eagle, what the guidebook says is white, grayish brown, and “possessed of weak eye- masks” in its non-migratory island instance, is blue. Blue, riding thermal bands so low over the water it picks up the water’s color, reticulate tarsi tipping the light crests; and picks up one of the silver fish cutting the surface there, so the fish is blue, too, flapping-gone- slack in the grasp of its claws—as only the owl shares an outer reversible toe-talon, turned out for such clutching; as the water, in turn, picks up the sky- depth reflective blue sent down from ages beyond, into which the osprey lifts now without a least turning of wing-chord though “they are able to bend the joint in their wing to shield their eyes from the light”; what I mean is, by the time I tell you this it’s gone: fish-and-bird, this “bone-breaker,” brown or gray “diurnal raptor,” back into the higher trades. Someday, too, this blue—
Nov 25, 2014 / Books & the Arts / David Baker