Trump’s lies are creeping

I found Trump’s diary hiding in plain sight: Legally risky, undiplomatic and sometimes wrong, Trump’s Twitter feed is a document for the ages — and historians don’t want to lose it. This is what foreign spies see when they read President Trump’s tweets. It’s time we saw the decay in communications as a feature of the Trump presidency, not a bug. Trumps’ lies: We have catalogued nearly every outright lie he has told publicly since taking the oath of office. Trump’s lies are creeping tyranny: Sean

Paper Trail

For Pride week, the New York Times has assembled a twenty-year timeline of LGBTQ lit. Karen Rinaldi, a senior vice president of Harper Collins and the author of the novel The End of Men, ponders the difference between writing and editing. For years, editing was her profession, something she saw as a service to writers:


Reading Play

Rennie McDougallWhether or not you consider yourself a gamer, video games have probably found their way into your life. Maybe you spend hours lining up gemstones, hypnotized on your daily commute. Or perhaps you roam

Daily Review

Click Bait

“CAN I COME HOME WITH YOU?” She’d approach you at Coney Island or Washington Square Park or on your way to work. “You look terrific,” she’d say—that was her phrase. You’d take her home; most people seemed to. You might take off your clothes, and sometimes she’d take


Sunaura Taylor

A few years ago, while Sunaura Taylor was researching her new book, Beasts of Burden: Animal and Disability Liberation, she came across the story of a fox who was born with the same disability that Taylor has—arthrogryposis, a contracture of the joints.


Bookforum: “False Starts”


The Changeling

Victor LaValle

The basement felt warmer than the garage. Down the Kagwa boys went. The basement sat as one grand open plane. In the far corner stood the boiler—a large white cylinder with a blue control panel, copper pipes running up into the ceiling and a silver tube running outside through the wall. It looked like something from the set of James Whale’s Frankenstein. The boiler rumbled now as if reanimating life.