Gladwell for Dummies Gladwell for Dummies
Malcolm Gladwell's success as a brand-name thinker rests on the assumption that the unexamined life is the only sort his readers could be living.
Nov 5, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Maureen Tkacik
Early Capitalism Early Capitalism
they are perfecting the pillow with which you are being suffocated now it sings to you and shows you pictures--
Nov 4, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Joe Wenderoth
Linguistic Currency Linguistic Currency
In an information economy, tiny asymmetries in language comprehension translate into vast profits--and large-scale collapses.
Nov 3, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Ange Mlinko
Deficit Hawk Hysteria Deficit Hawk Hysteria
The time to pay down the deficit will come only after the economy recovers.
Oct 28, 2009 / Books & the Arts / William Greider
The End of the Story? The End of the Story?
Archie Brown's account of the high politics of communism's collapse is Kremlinology without the guesswork.
Oct 28, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Lars T. Lih
The Last Yugoslav: On Dusan Makavejev The Last Yugoslav: On Dusan Makavejev
When Yugoslavia disintegrated, so too did the film career of Dusan Makavejev.
Oct 28, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Richard Byrne
Empire Falls: The Revolutions of 1989 Empire Falls: The Revolutions of 1989
The story of communism's rise and fall in Eastern Europe is a tale of two revolutions.
Oct 28, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Ronald Grigor Suny
The Generation That Failed The Generation That Failed
Yugoslavs were unprepared for the surge of nationalism that followed Tito's communist rule.
Oct 28, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Slavenka Drakulic
Gorbachev on 1989 Gorbachev on 1989
A wide-ranging Nation interview with the former Soviet president.
Oct 28, 2009 / Q&A / Katrina vanden Heuvel and Stephen F. Cohen
Identity Theft Identity Theft
If you're a down draft, I'm an escaped photograph. When you're a full moon, children disappear from home. For every nickel you turn in your fingers a bottle fly Files its nails. When you see your face reflected, it Sees you as you once were when you were elsewhere. When flocks fly for you, you let them scatter your neurons. When you were a tin can I shot you many times over. If you're a beggar, I'm turning a corner to face you. Were you a hatband, were I grosgrain ribbon, would I invite you to move into my neighborhood forest. When you're a fox, I'm a fox, we're thinking of stealing something. You are that tired old porch light someone's left burning. I'm a shy green moth short on memory and handcuffs. Silver lines you drew me through have cost me my life.
Oct 28, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Dara Wier