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Trump's lavish lifestyle is a drain on taxpayers

Trump family's elaborate lifestyle is a "logistical nightmare" — at taxpayer expense. Trump family trips cost taxpayers $11.3m in one month — almost as much as Obama's cost in a year. Paying for Legal Services or keeping Melania Trump in NYC: Choices for taxpayers. Trump's lavish lifestyle is a drain on taxpayers — and a gift to Democrats. The President's House is empty: Opting out, as Trump has done with the White House, is a neoliberal habit — but who bears the cost? Membership applications


Paper Trail

Neil Gaiman announced that he is currently working on a sequel to his novel, Neverwhere, twenty years after it was first published. Gaiman said that Neverwhere “was this glorious vehicle where I could talk about huge serious things and have a ridiculous amount of fun on the way.” Now, he says that his work with

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

Age of Anger: A History of the Present

It didn't take long following the first utterance of those dreadful four words almost no one expected to hear—president-elect Donald Trump—for political shock to give way to an onslaught of analyses of how an event so recently unimaginable had been hiding in plain sight.

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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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Insane Clown President: Matt Taibbi Chronicles Election

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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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