Underwater | Fiction

Hannah Kingsley-Ma

What a pool it was, Sam thought. A special kind of pool. Very cold and salty. There was no chlorine in it, someone informed her. All saline. She took that to mean they were basically bathing, treating their various open wounds. She had been on vacation with her husband’s family for exactly two days. A frog was dying somewhere in the corner of the pool. A well-bred dog, genetically modified...

No Atlanta Way | Stop Cop City Meets the Establishment

Sam Worley

Two years in a row, on the very same day, police descended on the campus of Emory University, an elite private school on the leafy eastern edges of Atlanta. In the spring of 2023, students staked tents on the university’s quad, agitating against the construction of a controversial police training center in a forest south of Atlanta. Opponents had nicknamed the hundred-million-dollar facility “Cop City” for all the amenities that...

Time and Time Again | Proust in the Age of Retranslation

Simon Leser

How should translators — or any writers, for that matter — respond to their critics? The usual advice is quiet dignity: for certain distances to be kept so that a sense, however slight, of superiority might be implied. Some even urge writers not to bother reading their critics at all, which is the literary equivalent of the sort of self-care that encourages melancholiacs not to watch the news, or check...

Richard Leoneck | Fiction

Diana Kole

“But then of course I’ve always hated food. “Say something like… ‘His dearest fantasy was to survive without eating, perfect and pure.’ Lay it on quite thick. This is relevant to the novels, I promise. “You could start with when you met me, the thing with the brandy. But I see no reason not to proceed chronologically.”   As a child in the seventies, Richard Leoneck stole copies of the...

Character Assassination | How the Hindu Right Distorted Gandhi

Aditya Narayan Sharma

Even outside India, it can be difficult to escape the cult of Mohandas Gandhi, the lawyer, thinker, and politician who helped liberate the nation from British colonial rule in 1947. The praise ranges from the anodyne (Gandhi is a “hero not just to India but to the world,” per Barack Obama) to the ironic (“really phenomenal,” according to Burmese political prisoner turned genocide defender Aung San Suu Kyi) to the...

Dance, Revolution | George Balanchine and Martha Graham Trade Places

Juliana DeVaan

“Dance these days — spring ’59 — is decidedly split into two main factions,” wrote the dancer Paul Taylor: neoclassical ballet, a modernist update of classical ballet, and modern dance, which broke free of ballet’s strictures to use movement as an expressive tool. These two genres were epitomized by the work of the choreographers George Balanchine and Martha Graham, respectively. “So when it’s announced that the two giants will collaborate...

Maud | Fiction

Noor Qasim

What I really want to talk about is the work.  Of course.  If we have to talk about something, it might as well be the work.  Well, we don’t have to talk about anything.  But you’d like to, right? So you have something to write about.  I’m open to discussing anything that interests you.  Okay. I don’t know. It’s just been a lot. I’d just like — I mean, we...

A Bullshit Genius | On Walter Isaacson’s Biographical Project

Oscar Schwartz

On a friendly stroll somewhere in Colorado in the summer of 2004, Steve Jobs asked Walter Isaacson if he would consider writing his biography. Isaacson, a journalist, academic, and policymaker who was then CEO of the Aspen Institute, an influential think tank, had just published a six-hundred-odd-page study of Benjamin Franklin, and was at work on another about Albert Einstein. “My initial reaction was to wonder, half jokingly,” Isaacson later...

Idol | Poetry

Topaz Winters

The god is wrapped in a blue towel. Mascara clumping their lashes. On the bathroom floor, a dozen Q-tips hemmed with waterproof eyeliner. The man is coming in an hour & they are trying to look as fuckable as possible when he photographs them for his shrine. The god is changing the bandages around their torso. The god is wearing noise-canceling headphones trying to drown out the devotees. Before they...

Taylor Swift | Poetry

Ellie Black

Hail our rift Jailer’s gift Tailor’s weft Trail or sift Paler wife Mailed or missed Sailor oft Failed or kissed Wailer wept Bail or drift Tail her deft Ailer’s grift Sail her left Nail her shift Whale has left Whaler miffed Gale you swept Tempest lift Save our ship Days are ripped Failure left Gave short shrift Say bereft Say be with