Why music

Charlotte Brand and Alex Mesoudi (Exeter) and Alberto Acerbi (TU/e): Cultural Evolution of Emotional Expression in 50 Years of Song Lyrics. All-too-easy listening: The music industry sells classical as soothing background music — robbing a great art of its power. Ed Simon reviews Twilight of the Gods: A Journey to the End of Classic Rock by Steven Hyden. The feminine revolution of electronic music: After years of male domination and overt sexism, DJs and producers grow in number and international

Paper Trail

At Vulture, Morgan Jerkins talks to Claudia Rankine black trauma, Serena Williams, and her new play, The White Card. “I love women who refuse invisibility in black femininity and who are insisting that we are worth whatever worth is out there,” Rankine said. “The policing of Serena shows up again and again in my work


Learning from Beyoncé

Kevin AllredBeyoncé Knowles-Carter makes perfect pop songs that also lend themselves to nuanced discussion of race, gender, sexuality, class, feminism, social justice, and so much more. For the past decade, I have

Daily Review

It Gets Worse

As climate change encroaches, things will get worse. Much worse. And David Wallace-Wells, in The Uninhabitable Earth, spares no detail in explaining how.


Nancy K. Miller

Nancy K, Miller is a veteran feminist academic—an early scholar of French feminist literature at Columbia, the first full-time tenured member of the Women’s Studies Program at Barnard College and its first director, and now Distinguished Professor of English and Comparative Literature at the CUNY Graduate Center. All of this history flows into her recent book My Brilliant Friends, a piece of hybrid autobiographical criticism about her friendships with the scholars Carolyn Heilbrun, Naomi Schor, and Diane Middlebrook.


Bookforum: "Fool That I Am"


A Writer for Our Time

Joshua Sperling

In the mid 1970s John Berger began a new life—and a new family—in a small mountain village outside Geneva in the Haute-Savoie. He was close to fifty. At first he and Beverly Bancroft did not live in the village of Quincy itself, but up the road in an old farmhouse.