The Widower’s Lament
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After the death of the poet Wendy Barker, her grieving husband turns to the literature of loss

The World at the End of a Line

The grandson of one of American literature’s Lost Generation novelists reflects on his namesake’s love of the sea

The Goddess Complex

A set of revered stone deities was stolen from a temple in northwestern India; their story can tell us much about our current reckoning with antiquities trafficking

Last Rites and Comic Flights

A funeral in a 1984 Japanese film offers moments of slapstick amid the solemnity

The Believer

When nobody would touch Joyce’s manuscript, Sylvia Beach stepped in

Ter Conatus

Reading Joyce in a minor key

Know Me Come Eat With Me

In the world of Ulysses, food turns out to be everything

It Happened One Day in June

Why Ulysses is as vital as ever— compelling, complex, and direct

The Bomb Next Door

Eighty years into the atomic age, U.S. nuclear power reactors have produced several million tons of radioactive waste—and we still have no idea how to dispose of it

The Lions and the San

How could a people survive for thousands of years with so many predators in their midst?

My Family’s Siberian Exile

A writer pieces together the forgotten history of life in Stalin’s special settlements

The End of Literature

Even if writing is reduced to tweeted epigrams to keep readers reading, won’t writers still tell stories?

Opioids and Paternalism

To help end the crisis, both doctors and patients need to find a new way to think about pain

Still Wilderness

What are we feeling when we are feeling joy? And where inside us does that feeling reside?

Against Solidarity

As a writer, with a writer’s chronic need for detachment, I have avoided the ideology of gender

Urban Wild

In slowly gentrifying Detroit, you might see a fox, or even a coyote, but where have all the stray dogs gone?

A Jane Austen Kind of Guy

I get it that women find my affinity for their writer intrusive, but her world has much to offer men, too

Our Nuclear Future

We may think the bomb is back, but it never really went away

Reading Thoreau at 200

Why is the seminal work of the great American transcendentalist held in such scorn today?

My Mongolian Spot

An ephemeral birthmark is a rare gift, connecting me to generations spanning the centuries

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