Books
Emily Dickinson’s Singular Scrap Poetry
By Dan Chiasson
What can a woman born with a silver spoon in her mouth teach people who use plastic forks to eat salads at their desks?
Some of the greatest code breakers in history have tried to decipher this medieval text. No one has succeeded.
We can think of ourselves as an animal’s peer—or its protector. What will robots decide about us?
She knew that each meal might be the diners’ only hot one all week, and she wanted to make it as nourishing as she could.
If most voters are uninformed, who should make decisions about the public’s welfare?
“A rose. / A tantrum. An angel saying / it was the sink.”
“When the younger man went to fetch a blanket I bent / and laid my cheek flat against the cool mahogany.”
“It was just after the war of course / which everyone had been so excited about.”
Trump ascends to the Presidency.
In September, a writer speculated about what kind of Commander-in-Chief the candidate would be.
Is the new populism about the message or the medium?
West Virginia used to vote solidly Democratic. Now it belongs to Trump. What happened?