In 2010, when houses and jobs and retirement accounts were vanishing in a vapor of financial abstraction, Matthew B. Crawford’s Shop Class as Soulcraft, a book about the pleasures of skilled manual labor, seemed more epochal than he’d probably anticipated. It pled a straight and lucid case: In our
Has there ever been a medical specialty as beleaguered as psychiatry? Since the profession's founding in 1844, the doctors of the soul have had to contend with suspicions that they do not know what mental illness is, what type their patients might have, or what they should do about it—in other words, that they are doctors who do not practice real medicine.
One could say, with no snark intended, that back in the year 2000, twenty-nine-year-old Mohsin Hamid was the ultimate bourgeois bohemian. He had just published a well-received first novel. He lived on lovely Cornelia Street, in a corner of the West Village once inhabited by artists and writers but, by the dawn of the twenty-first century, affordable mainly to investment bankers and management consultants.
Within the American Left, there’s a growing consensus that the gains won by postwar liberalism have been squandered or otherwise lost. A famous set of graphs by UC Berkeley economist Emmanuel Saez depicts a return to pre–New Deal levels of economic inequality, and commentators have bemoaned the
At Dodgers' games, on school committees, and in election campaigns, whites generally wanted to think themselves fair-minded, and Jason Sokol shows us not only their two-facedness but also the utter sincerity of both faces.
Perceptive, informed, and witty utopian thinkers are in short supply, particularly ones who spend their days fighting, with infrequent success, to win a decent life for people who are up against the most powerful forces in society. Thomas Geoghegan has an ambitious agenda—or, better, wish list—for labor and its progressive friends to pursue. Only One Thing Can Save Us is a short book about very big problems.
Laura Kipnis is drawn to obsessive men, in particular obsessive men with bizarre or taboo obsessions. In place of theories, she assembles divergent examples of the form, a data set designed to flummox even the most determined essentializer.
Humans are easy to decapitate: Our large heads rest on little necks. Most mammals have thick muscles joining the shoulders with the base of the skull; ours are so slender that our spines show through the skin. It is the price tag of standing upright, of casting off the hominid hunch.
In order to make sense of the latest desperate failures of civil peace in Iraq, it's necessary to revisit the origins of the country's decade-long sectarian civil war—and to question the broad contours of the willfully obtuse ideological course that led to and sustained the initial US occupation.
For most of American history, progressives have not loved the Supreme Court. From abolitionists to labor reformers, critics have generally seen the court as a friend to those who own the country, not to the rest of us who merely live here.