Biden has not endeavored, thank goodness, to articulate a “vision” of America.
Marilynne Robinson has called writing a “testimony.” For her work—six books of dense and fiery nonfiction, and five novels—“testimony” is a suitably multifarious word. It […]
I wondered if these novels could cut through it to show me whether there is, in fact, anything suspect about the longing for a house.
Whatever its weaknesses, Bourdieu’s highly contestable and partial theory has over time come to describe aspects of our social life with frightening accuracy. This is not because he refined the theory in any notable way; rather, the parts of the social world that best embody it have grown to increasingly structure how we interact.
A false theory of culture is worse than a false theory of the heavens. The planets stick to their orbits no matter what we think, but culture becomes what we believe it is.
Marilynne Robinson has called writing a “testimony.” For her work—six books of dense and fiery nonfiction, and five novels—“testimony” is a suitably multifarious word. It […]
I wondered if these novels could cut through it to show me whether there is, in fact, anything suspect about the longing for a house.
Whatever its weaknesses, Bourdieu’s highly contestable and partial theory has over time come to describe aspects of our social life with frightening accuracy. This is not because he refined the theory in any notable way; rather, the parts of the social world that best embody it have grown to increasingly structure how we interact.
A false theory of culture is worse than a false theory of the heavens. The planets stick to their orbits no matter what we think, but culture becomes what we believe it is.
The following is an excerpt from “Mona,” a newly translated novel by the Argentinian writer Pola Oloixarac. This excerpt will be published in our spring issue.
Pola Oloixarac is a bitch. I’m certainly not the first to make this observation—Oloixarac’s satirical fiction and pugnacious political journalism have earned her more than […]
If one is looking to revisit Hofstadter expecting to mock the false confidence of some long-lost golden age of liberalism, they ought to be a little disappointed.
Popular white narratives, at the time and since, have maintained that there could never be Black unity and that Black power meant anarchy; thus, a mass Black convention that united civil rights leaders and the representatives of Black Power would be impossible.
For Lockwood, poetry happens in the place where the intellect touches sensation, where the thinking brain meets the feeling body.
