I have now seen sucrose beaches and water a very bright blue. I have seen an all-red leisure suit with flared lapels. I have smelled suntan lotion spread over 2,100…
They lived in narrow streets and lanes obscure, Ghetto and Judenstrass, in murk and mire; Taught in the school of patience to endure The life of anguish and the death…
From Orphan Bachelors, which will be published this month by Grove Press. Our father’s elder sister arrived with her husband in 1921. We called her Big Aunt. Big Uncle was…
From Easily Slip into Another World, which will be published this month by Knopf. Toward the end of July 1971, I go to see Duke Ellington with his orchestra. This…
From Ordinary Notes, which was published last month by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. At Amiri Baraka’s funeral service, livestreamed from Newark Symphony Hall, a beautiful number and range of people…
From Tomás Nevinson, which will be published this month by Knopf. Translated from the Spanish. I still didn’t have all the facts—I was waiting for the full reports, which would…
From explanations given by centenarians for their longevity, followed by their ages at the time the advice was reported. Smoke fifteen cigarettes a day, 100 Drink one glass of Coors…
From a hearing held in February to discuss the bail conditions of Sam Bankman-Fried, the former CEO of the cryptocurrency exchange FTX. Prosecutors had asked Judge Lewis Kaplan to place…
From headlines given to letters published by the New York Times between 2009 and 2023. Is It OK to Marry an Amnesiac? Is It OK to Press Your Spouse to…
From interviews with former Taliban fighters conducted in Kabul and published by the Afghanistan Analysts Network in February. Translated from the Pashto. Leaving the Taliban’s friendly environment was difficult. There…
This is the story of two scientists. Their search began five years ago with a single radiocarbon clue from the ocean floor. It led over many continents and seas, to…
How the climate catastrophists learned to stop worrying and love the calm
There was a football game that afternoon at Buckley and though I can remember who I masturbated about on that early October day (I wrote it down—I kept lists, a…