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The press and the presidency

From CJR, what does Trump have in common with Hugo Chavez? A media strategy. "This is an emergency": Left-leaning sites grapple with Trump's defiant attempts to undercut the media. In Trump's volleys, echoes of Alex Jones's conspiracy theories. Has the White House press office's silence become a weapon in its war on the media? A dangerous time for the press and the presidency: Trump's branding of the press as an "enemy" seems less an attempt to influence coverage than an invitation to repression


Paper Trail

After outrage last weekend over a recent video showing Milo Yiannopoulos speaking positively about pedophelia, the Breitbart editor’s book with Simon & Schuster imprint Threshold was cancelled. Yiannopoulos had already pushed the release date to June so that he could include a chapter on the outrage his book deal generated. In a short statement, the

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

Daily Review

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

Interviews

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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James McBride & Philip Gourevitch - James Brown, a lonely man

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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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