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Falling off Donald Trump's foreign policy

The insurgent in the White House: In picking H.R. McMaster as his national security adviser, President Trump hired a maverick military intellectual who won't put up with any nonsense. Adil Ahmad Haque on McMaster on the ethics of war. McMaster's takeaways: Don't lie, don't blame the media, don't rely on an inner circle. Trump's new national security adviser disagrees a lot with Trump. Sebastian Gorka, Trump's combative new national security aide, is widely disdained within his own field. Rex


Paper Trail

More than sixty writers and artists have signed an open letter from PEN America to President Trump denouncing his executive order on immigration. Signatories include Zadie Smith, Philip Roth, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, among others. “Not only will such a policy prevent great artists from performing,” the letter states, “but it will constrict the interchange of

Syllabi

Shock Waves: A Syllabus for the End Times

Fuck TheoryI'D LIKE TO START WITH A SIMPLE BUT EXPANSIVE ASSERTION: The fundamental epistemological problem of recent intellectual history has been the privileging of contradiction over contrariety. To put it

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Living a Feminist Life

When asked "What made you a feminist?," I have to search my memory to locate some story that might be easily shared, and this is the one that at times has sounded good enough: I found feminism between the first two documents I came across that seemed to take the word

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John Darnielle

John Darnielle is a master of sympathetically depicting his characters, both in his music (he's the front man of the indie-folk band the Mountain Goats) and his novels, In both mediums, Darnielle renders his subjects—whether they are weirdos, sinners or some combination of the two—with tender empathy, His new novel, Universal Harvester, details the lives of Jeremy, a video-store clerk, and Stephanie, the schoolteacher he has a crush on.

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The effect of migration on the countries that have received migrants

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The Officers' Club

Ludmilla Petrushevskaya

The first time I ran away I must have been seven, soon after the victory,In early June I spent several days in the wild, I didn't sleep in Strukovsky Garden: around there, all the usable spots had been defiled; through the cracks in the band shell I could see feces and mold.

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