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Current issue, no. 36
Trump and the new age of anti-PC transgression
Social media and the War on Terror
Dispatches from the Northwest’s immigration dystopia
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You've reached attention span zero? Log off, take a breath, and read a printed object.
The personal essay survives, it has simply moved house. Its new and surprising habitat is the jihadist magazine.
Fiction
Fabrications. Rag sheet revisionist history. All of it. We did our best by Our Girl.
My father called to tell me that my sister was going off the rails at college.
Vegetable fuchsia but faded, gilt
gone bad from its season in Hell. Plucked up
with dirt on its cheek, petrified
as a rose shut. . .
when his fork clinks against the breakfast plate,
my day is lit by a covetous rage, a fist swollen with
Word Factory
The maestro of spy fiction mourns our geopolitical malaise.
Hillary Clinton's "What Happened" is less a campaign postmortem than a wonk’s lament.
Latest
You've reached attention span zero? Log off, take a breath, and read a printed object.
The personal essay survives, it has simply moved house. Its new and surprising habitat is the jihadist magazine.
Fiction
Fabrications. Rag sheet revisionist history. All of it. We did our best by Our Girl.
My father called to tell me that my sister was going off the rails at college.
Vegetable fuchsia but faded, gilt
gone bad from its season in Hell. Plucked up
with dirt on its cheek, petrified
as a rose shut. . .
when his fork clinks against the breakfast plate,
my day is lit by a covetous rage, a fist swollen with
Word Factory
The maestro of spy fiction mourns our geopolitical malaise.
Hillary Clinton's "What Happened" is less a campaign postmortem than a wonk’s lament.
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