The Resource Privilege The Resource Privilege
How law firms and lobbyists protect and whitewash petroleum dictatorships.
Sep 23, 2014 / Books & the Arts / James North
Crows Crows
—after Crows by Unknown, Japan In perpetual silhouette perform against bronze. As exhausted dancers, undressed behind a scrim, the suggestion of nakedness more erotic than… En masse, they argue and flee between slim sessions of peace. This is existence: pain leashed or unleashed. Wings press against ribs in politesse or unfurl in demonstrations of power. When it’s over, crows remain as debris, Ebony confetti, wrecking more the wrecked world.
Sep 23, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Paula Bohince
What Is India? What Is India?
Why India’s boom years have been a bust.
Sep 16, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Siddhartha Deb
Gordimer’s Way Gordimer’s Way
The Nobel laureate’s short stories are her lasting legacy to the literary world.
Sep 16, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Tony Eprile
Shelf Life Shelf Life
The secret history of invisible ink.
Sep 16, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Peter C. Baker
Ghosting Around Ghosting Around
In the stories of Kjell Askildsen, all that the men want is to be unseen.
Sep 16, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Aaron Thier
Language and Blood Language and Blood
In 1941, genocide broke out in Croatia, and we still cannot explain why.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / John Connelly
Prominent Vacuums Prominent Vacuums
Nadav Schirman’s The Green Prince is a fact-free documentary about collaboration.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
In Mardin In Mardin
Among the Kurds in southeastern Turkey.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / John Palattella
Re: Re:
I said okay okay and then it was altogether right to say all right, I said. Though on the other hand, I said. Just that you understand how this is, I said at least twice. And considering, taking fully into account the matter of could be, soon a might have been, it seems at least partly wise to upend or refigure. Oh second thought! Last minute to relish! Sound of heating duct, printer not printing, my own temporal artery in the nothing they said. Right. Or it was what else I blurted at the table. Something like: I imagine it’s possible though we may need more time, what with and as it happens, whoever and beyond that aren’t there other means to other ways to pledge ourselves one starry planet in the cloud bank? Well, sure, I guess I said then over the quietest perfect falling into place or pieces.
Sep 9, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Marianne Boruch