SPOTLIGHT

Playwright, Poet, Outsider, Spy

The Wayward Scholar of the London Stage

By Steven G. Kellman Friday, November 14, 2025

SPOTLIGHT

Playwright, Poet, Outsider, Spy

The Wayward Scholar of the London Stage

By Steven G. Kellman Friday, November 14, 2025

Portrait of the Artist

Peter Fiore

Lost in the Woods

Smarty Pants Podcast

Get Rich or Die Trying

In the shadow of the Silicon Valley of death

Un Beso y una Flor

Measure by Measure

An American in Berlin

Aaron Copland’s 1970 visit to Germany

View from Rue Saint-Georges

Time Well Spent

The life-affirming pleasure of childcare

Snails

Watching for signs of wildlife

Web Essays

The Year That Spring Did Not Come

Looking back on the turmoil of 1968

Book Reviews

Literary Life on the Rocks

A writer’s own ordeal highlights the banal sameness of addiction

Article

The Go-Between

One of America’s most celebrated women war correspondents walked a fine line between journalism and espionage

Asturias Days

Be My Guest

Read Me a Poem

“Soap Suds” by Louis MacNeice

Poems read aloud, beautifully

Article

Trading Places

In 1959, Alfred Hitchcock and Howard Hawks each made a film that bore hallmarks of the other’s work

Tuning Up

Gone Fishin’

Could two famous rivermen really have met their end while grappling giant fish in a Kansas river?

Asturias Days

The Sleeper

Read Me a Poem

“New Bones” by Lucille Clifton

Poems read aloud, beautifully

Portrait of the Artist

Natale Adgnot

Country couture

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Why did James Whitehead—poet, fiction writer, and onetime college football player—fail to complete a successor to his celebrated first novel?

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Blood-Blue Sky

How horseshoe crabs and ecological grief connect with the wonders of the human heart

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