Berlin sparked my curiosity about secret spaces, rooms accessible only through hidden doors. But even magic theaters for madmen are more interesting when someone is with you.
Did these women hate themselves, or did they write about a world that hated them?
Searching for fading words in London, New York, Melbourne and San Francisco.
Extraordinary as it may seem, Stalin’s 21st-century comeback is so ordinary it’s almost on time—and it reveals the complicated legacy of Russia’s relationship with history, authority, and the USSR.
Leonard Cohen’s decision to pursue music as a career certainly proved a good one—for him and for us—but I’m still curious about what we lost when he gave up writing fiction.
As I watched my childhood friend under arrest on the evening news, the hopeful narratives of racial advancement that had sustained and motivated me began to collapse.
Like anything I love, I mistrust the color green down to the fingernail-edges of all the feelings it engenders in me.
Is it possible to decolonize and police a thing as subconscious and primal as desire?
Is donning cowboy boots a symbol of independence for women, or an attempt to fit in with a culture that does not seem to recognize—or respect—our autonomy?