‘Star Trek’ and the Twilight of Idealism ‘Star Trek’ and the Twilight of Idealism
Doesn't anyone dream of the stars in culture or in politics anymore?
May 23, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Michelle Dean
Hitler’s Classical Architect Hitler’s Classical Architect
Why is Léon Krier defending anew the work of the Third Reich’s master builder?
May 21, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Michael Sorkin
Shelf Life Shelf Life
Ralph Lemon’s Come Home Charley Patton
May 21, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Marina Harss
Attacks From Within: On Janet Malcolm Attacks From Within: On Janet Malcolm
The war between democracy and aristocracy in Janet Malcolm’s Forty-One False Starts.
May 21, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Mark Oppenheimer
Flappers and Philosophers Flappers and Philosophers
Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby, Richard Linklater’s Before Midnight
May 21, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
This Week in ‘Nation’ History: Reviewers Have Argued About ‘Gatsby’ Since 1925 This Week in ‘Nation’ History: Reviewers Have Argued About ‘Gatsby’ Since 1925
The debate surrounding Baz Luhrmann’s film adaptation is nothing new.
May 18, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Katrina vanden Heuvel
Class and ‘The Great Gatsby’ Class and ‘The Great Gatsby’
Some things haven’t changed that much since the Jazz Age.
May 17, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Michelle Dean
Fight Clubs: On Napoleon Chagnon Fight Clubs: On Napoleon Chagnon
One anthropologist’s place in his field’s ongoing battle over questions of power, means and ends.
May 15, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Peter C. Baker
Adler’s Way Adler’s Way
The slowly panic-making power of Renata Adler’s novels Speedboat and Pitch Dark.
May 15, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Alexandra Schwartz
At Brú na Bóinne At Brú na Bóinne
The tumulus—I thought it was a hill at first (trees grow out of one in Sulm)— entered into. It was a clear day, bright, the grass bounded by its hedgerows too green all around and down, the fields’ squares troubled only by the Boyne that just about makes an island of this place snaking through. Sunbeams don’t snake, at least not visibly, though 5,000 years have worked at the Earth’s orbit. Still the light goes in, into the mound through holes one to a side that tunnel towards each other but don’t meet, the sun arriving on time every year unless it’s cloudy. But to do what? Wake the corpse.
May 15, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Elizabeth Arnold