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An Uncompromising Belgian Novelist’s Afterlife as a BookTok Star
Harpman’s picture of stripped-down desolation has resonated with many social-media users, who have praised the book’s “haunting” story and likened it to “staring into a void.” There’s an incongruity...
When “Get Lucky” Took Me Back to the Years of Disco
When I first heard “Get Lucky,” by Daft Punk, in the summer of 2013, I was completely, pleasantly disoriented by it. It was new and shiny, but at the...
Glen Hansard’s Street-Corner Stories
There’s a YouTube video I love of Glen Hansard standing on a rainy street in Dublin, wearing a black jacket and a scarf, cradling a guitar that shows signs...
Wendy Wasserstein’s Prescient Play
Also: Misty Copeland’s Ballet Festival, the cogent poetry of Noname, the films of Otar Iosseliani, and more. Source link
Mitch McConnell: The Musical
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Three Books Sheila Heti Recommends
Sheila Heti—whose new story “Earthly Delights,” about the mysteries of lust, appears in this week’s issue—wrote one of my favorite books ever: “Motherhood.” The narrator is in her thirties,...
The Sunlit Joylessness of Netflix’s “Little House on the Prairie”
One of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s great gifts as a writer was her ability to reconnect, at age sixty-three and beyond, with her childhood sense of wonder and discovery. For...
How Bots Took Over Our Lives
This strategy of manufacturing a froth of interest around a given subject, from Nicki Minaj’s political perspectives to Sydney Sweeney’s jean ads, has recently been especially effective, and has...
The Myth of the Food Desert
These investigations were partly spurred by the riots of the nineteen-sixties, which directed public attention toward interventions that might “make further riots less likely,” as the Journal put it....
“Padam Padam” Separates the Party People from the Homebodies
Are there two Americas, too many Americas, not enough? The plaint changes with the day. Identity is a serpentine target on the dance floor—a place where, in its most...
