The literature of Alzheimer’s is a cavern unexplored, but Stefan Merrill Block does his best for the New Yorker: Nearly every novel I’ve read that attempts to depict the internal…
Once a bright and talented writer and professor, my mother now can no longer write. She tries, but she can’t spell her name, or mine, and letters run off the page. I am humbled by how quickly time passes and how roles change. Frightened, too. Where will we both be in another fifteen years?
Tomorrow, we’ve been told, will be another day as well. Richard Nixon as art critic. Christophe Gilbert’s photo-manipulations are pretty rad indeed. Can doctors use your eyes to determine if…