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A Biblical battle on Trump's behalf

Amazing Disgrace: How did Donald Trump — a thrice-married, biblically illiterate sexual predator — hijack the religious right? John Quiggin on Trumpism and religion: "Trumpism can be seen, in large measure, as a reaction by white Christians against the loss of their assumed position as the social norm, against which assertions of rights for anyone else can be seen as identity politics, political correctness and so on". Steve Waldman on how Trump would corrupt the pulpit. Bad religion: How Trump


Paper Trail

At The Guardian, John Banville remembers Robert Silvers’s editing ability and knack for matching books with reviewers. “The FedEx package would arrive, containing a volume I could not imagine wanting to read, much less review,” he writes. “Yet a few weeks later I would find myself writing three or four thousand enthusiastic words on it,

Syllabi

End of an Era

Emmett RensinThe era of Obama is over. Now the majority of Americans may see it clearly for the first time. Over the past eight years, it has become apparent that President Obama's presence in office was a distortion.

Daily Review

Raw Material

In 1989, John Ahearn, a white artist living in the South Bronx, cast a group of local black and Latino people for a series of bronze sculptures commissioned by the city for an intersection outside a police station. As his models, he chose a drug addict, a hustler and a

Interviews

Kelly Luce

"No one is about to do anything crazy, except me," We might want to worry if it's a murderer who says this, Thankfully, it's only Rio Silvestri, the high-functioning narrator of Kelly Luce's novel Pull Me Under (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2016).

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Colum McCann on Letters to a Young Writer at the 2017 AWP Book Fair

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The Walk

Deb Olin Unferth

The idea was to go for a walk: the baby in a stroller, the child by the hand, the path straight and scenic, the weather warm and breezy, the family fine and in good humor,But the dog got too hot and lay panting on the ground, and they'd forgotten again to bring the water. The baby (Kryptonite, they called her) was in one of her moods, weeping on and off, refusing to sit in the stroller, tugging off her hat and throwing it into the dirt, so that they had to stop every few yards,

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