Seventy years after the fall of Nazi Germany, it is startling to witness a resurgence of the fear of an enemy within. Europe’s future hinges on how this issue is resolved.
The Limits of Contradiction Read More »
Seventy years after the fall of Nazi Germany, it is startling to witness a resurgence of the fear of an enemy within. Europe’s future hinges on how this issue is resolved.
All the cards do–I say as if it’s a small thing–is show you yourself.
“A Wish, A Witch, and the Tarot” Read More »
All the cards do–I say as if it’s a small thing–is show you yourself.
What still feels so traumatic to people in Norway was to outsiders just another bad event in a never-ending series of bad events.
An Interview with Ola Jostein Jørgensen, author of “No One Dreams of Oslo” Read More »
What still feels so traumatic to people in Norway was to outsiders just another bad event in a never-ending series of bad events.
We were not duped by capitalism and didn’t desire
exploitation, and a lot of us saw Western consumerism as both shallow and wasteful. It’s more because of our poverty and powerlessness than our intelligence that in the end all we got in Eastern Europe was neoliberal capitalism. After all, even American citizens, empowered, enlightened individuals, have been unable to stop its ruthless progress.
We were not duped by capitalism and didn’t desire
exploitation, and a lot of us saw Western consumerism as both shallow and wasteful. It’s more because of our poverty and powerlessness than our intelligence that in the end all we got in Eastern Europe was neoliberal capitalism. After all, even American citizens, empowered, enlightened individuals, have been unable to stop its ruthless progress.
she stood there, smelling sweetly of sweat, shawarma, lipstick, the several different perfumes she’d quickly sprayed on herself at Sephora, hair spray, and hot love, with its intrinsic note, it so happens, of urine.
Performing Friendship: A Review of “Honey I Killed the Cats” Read More »
she stood there, smelling sweetly of sweat, shawarma, lipstick, the several different perfumes she’d quickly sprayed on herself at Sephora, hair spray, and hot love, with its intrinsic note, it so happens, of urine.
