On Jill Lepore's "These Truths" and the myths on which the United States is built.
The popularity of Ugly Design indicates that we're on the cusp of a new aesthetic moment, one that breaks with the oppressively omnipresent Scandi-chic, Kondo-approved, gray-everything minimalism.
We talk about the need to read, about reading at risk, about reluctant readers (mostly preadolescent and adolescent boys such as Noah), but we seem unwilling to confront the fallout of one simple observation: literature doesn't, can't, have the influence it once did.
According to Eva Heller, in her "Psychologie de la Couleur," only one percent of people surveyed named gray as their favorite color. I feel, therefore, unique in my perversity. As though I have befriended someone hard to like.
No matter what the theme of my essay or story — lesbian love, wilderness exploration, mother/daughter relationships — it seems everyone wants me to include more about my legs. I've never understood that. Why would I think about my legs all the time?
On the sweet sadness of Turkish gatherings and Soviet cartoons.
A selection of handwriting samples by famous figures from Freud to Frida Kahlo.
"He's famous for Genie," FernGully’s director Bill Kroyer admitted. "A lot of people forget that he did Batty, and that he did Batty first."
When Salvador Dalí's wife Gala died in 1982, the first person outside of his household to hear the news was Juan Carlos, the King of Spain. Dalí telephoned the reigning monarch himself, and for once, this was not an act of posturing or presumption on his behalf.
"I am dynamite!" Nietzsche wrote in "Ecce Homo." Nietzsche, more than any other contemporary thinker, grappled with the draw and the danger of a fiery blaze.
A selection of illustrated maps of Manhattan spanning six centuries.
Illustrating and summarizing the books you don’t want to read but nevertheless feel you should.
This ancient biometric is now on its second wind.
The truth is that whether creators intentionally design one or not, the AI has one — even if that personality is not having much of a personality.
Cutter Wood doesn't like murder mysteries. And yet he found himself investigating a woman's disappearance, and writing a book about her murder.
The romance of Camus and Casares is richer, if not sadder, when considered alongside the narratives of each of their work. There is an eerie doubling of life and art. Absurdity is the only certainty, and this is confirmed over and over again by coincidence and chance.
The French Revolution, and the invention of the guillotine, allowed Charles-Henri Sanson, whose family had been executioners for generations, to become a hero — but the glory was brief.
Producers, and by extension viewers, are fueling the psychosis by highlighting it, elevating it, while simultaneously opening every action to scrutiny, trapping the lunatics in a cycle of self-exploitation until the crack is exposed. Or maybe the shows forced a crack in people that wasn’t there before. Either way, the end result is the same.
For the creators of the Rational Dress Society, Utopia is a party where everyone is wearing the exact same thing.
Kay Nielsen's multicultural, mythical designs for the film were too dark, too morally ambiguous.