How big money is overwhelming judicial elections and corroding our confidence in the courts
Impassioned orator, eloquent statesman, esteemed writer—but who was Edmund Burke the man?
A new way to deal with disturbing voices offers hope for those with other forms of psychosis
After umpteen years of living in America, an English writer gives thanks for its salient pleasures
Confessions of a novice writer at the New York Post
When a quirky old man who lived on the Cape died, I thought I didn’t care
W. S. Merwin, one of the most celebrated and prolific poets of his generation, died last Friday at the age of 91. A former U.S. poet laureate and the winner of two Pulitzer Prizes, Merwin was also known for his work as a conservationist. After moving to Hawaii in the 1970s, he began the decades-long project of restoring different plant species to the former pineapple plantation where he lived. Merwin was notoriously difficult to contact, but in the fall of last year, John Kaag managed to interview him over the phone. Merwin, he reports, repeated the same lines throughout their conversation: “The time of wisdom cannot be measured, and, for me, wisdom is the garden. There is no time in the garden.” In an essay for the Scholar, Kaag explores this relationship between gardening and the passage of time, and how it is reflected in Merwin’s life and poetry.
On visits to Cambridge University late in life, Jorge Luis Borges offered revealing last thoughts about his reading and writing
A cautionary tale of quixotic ambition and heroic achievement
Three bright young American women in the City of Light
The games we play and the arguments we have
A writer catalogs his great-grandfather’s infamous crimes
A deception signals a new age