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Hazlitt drops in on Nick Harkaway, née Nicholas Cornwell, at his London local. Discussed: his new novel Tigerman, writing as a compressed statement of identity, and the anxieties of paternal influence.
Canada's Conservatives are failing the same test with Muslims that U.S. Republicans already have with Latinos.
Emily Carroll’s debut book, Through the Woods, is full of doomed characters who often feel deserving of the grisly punishment coming their way. The stories are personal, in other words.
Plus: gender-specific household items, the unexpected perils of cohabitation, and ending up as the other man.
What did the German, Austrian, Russian, and Ottoman thrones have in common by 1919? None of them existed functionally anymore.
Does art have to be relatable—does it have to mean anything—to be any good? Maybe not at all, as Ira Glass’s rash tweet—and a short novel by Penelope Fitzgerald—reminds us.
The yellow-suited detective once starred in America’s favourite comic strip. He’s still alive—but is he vital? How a U.S. Establishment icon became a kitsch artifact.
Like Wipeout, minus the schadenfreude and with a solemn appreciation of people with freakish upper-body strength.
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