Obama Obsessed Fans Go Into Withdrawal Obama Obsessed Fans Go Into Withdrawal
Obama's candidacy was the only thing that gave their lives any meaning, now they wander aimlessly, unsure of what to do with themselves.
Nov 21, 2008 / The Onion
How Wood Works: The Riches and Limits of James Wood How Wood Works: The Riches and Limits of James Wood
James Wood may be the best literary critic we have, but the status he enjoys reveals just how far we have fallen.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / William Deresiewicz
Her Nature Was Future: Emily Dickinson’s White Heat Her Nature Was Future: Emily Dickinson’s White Heat
The intimate friendship of Emily Dickinson and Thomas Wentworth Higginson takes wing in two new books.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Ange Mlinko
Back Talk: Toni Morrison Back Talk: Toni Morrison
The Nobel Prize-winning author talks about Barack Obama, the writer; language; and her new novel, A Mercy.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Christine Smallwood
Naipaul’s Darkness: Patrick French’s ‘The World Is What It Is’ Naipaul’s Darkness: Patrick French’s ‘The World Is What It Is’
Biographer Patrick French offers a vivid, sometimes enthralling portrait of a deeply enigmatic writer.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Scott Sherman
Stewartsville: George R. Stewart’s Names on the Land Stewartsville: George R. Stewart’s Names on the Land
What possessed the fierce individualist George R. Stewart to compile a history of place-naming in the United States?
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Christine Smallwood
Alone Among the Ghosts: Roberto Bolano’s ‘2666’ Alone Among the Ghosts: Roberto Bolano’s ‘2666’
Roberto Bolaño's last novel, 2666, is his most profound exploration of art and infamy, craft and crime, the writer and the totalitarian state.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Marcela Valdes
Obama Reaches Out to Former Foes Obama Reaches Out to Former Foes
Team of rivals for the twenty-first century.
Nov 19, 2008 / Column / Calvin Trillin
Poorly Grounded Notions Poorly Grounded Notions
And an inability to comprehend the flow of time. We need only think of statements by everybody. I cannot call my- self myself. Up to this point, the dreamer is dreaming, but now his dream begins. Unities of recollection, separate from one another. Thus in this present world, there are different injuries. I never hear them. They come uninvited. Silver tissue. Garlands between them. Any activity may produce music. Aware of their existence as an awareness of losing their sense of ex- istence: vague, general, nameless, like a nothing or the absolute. I am dead. I am not alive, a music of exceeding shrillness. May be pleasantly illustrated in the following way. Light on his head. Felicitous, contains some fabrication. I am forced to shout out, trace failure to the stage when plans are construed. I see a table before me. I am reminded of another table. I place table beside table. Separate worlds. In what sense are we talking?
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Keith Waldrop
The Sea-Fight Tomorrow The Sea-Fight Tomorrow
Afraid to take a chance. They pass haphazardly in all directions. Diving into his car. Or yours. Are there no strangers in town? Entering, leaving, crossing. I cross to the window and wave. Everybody looks alike. Pyramids. It must be somebody who has a house in the country. He said he would. Characteristic kinesthetic and tactile deficits on opposite sides of the body. Something clicked somewhere. It's got to be airtight on the other end. The butterfly-shaped central gray. Who is this man? It was a restful ride. The transition gradual, without sharp demarcation. The house was full of pictures. The night man was gone. Important changes from level to level. I pretend to listen.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Keith Waldrop