Readings

I now find myself repeatedly asking which is the more powerful Jewish tradition, our love of ourselves or the world’s hatred of us?

Modern music streaming services are rigorously quality-controlled from the instant the songs are uploaded by labels and artists—there’s no longer any room for happy accidents.

It’s funny, knowing that, if I were living in one of my favourite minds, I might want to turn it off.

It’s hard to shake the notion that the defuturing of the future suggests something larger: not that the future is now, but that the future may never get past now.

Whatever happens over the next four years, remember that you didn’t bring this abuse upon yourself. You don’t deserve it. If your needs aren’t being met, it’s not because you have too many needs.

No one wants a mewling essay full of apologies. It’s almost an act of selfishness—to share an apology reflects weakness. Trump knew it all along: there's no social capital in culpability.

The farther I am from my home in Zimbabwe, the farther I am from my mother and the daughter she remembers. 

Talking to the author of Walking With Abel about reporting from conflict zones, the impact of grief on her reporting, and what it means to write "magical non-fiction." 

What are the selves we paint out there but a kaleidoscopic refraction of our multiple desires for who we wish to be?