New York Times Magazine
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This Week in (Reproductive Rights) Essays
Our storytelling, the sharing of our necessary truths, is needed now more than ever.
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The Person to Whom Things Happen
The question of what posture to take toward our own pain is unexpectedly complicated. How do we understand our own suffering—with what words and to what ends? For the New York Times Magazine, Parul Sehgal questions the terminology we use…
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A Window to the World
Over at the New York Times Magazine, book critic and author Sam Anderson makes a compelling case for staring out windows: Windows are, in this sense, a powerful existential tool: a patch of the world, arbitrarily framed, from which we are…
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Building a Black Literary Movement
The New York Times Magazine profiles editor Chris Jackson and how he’s building a literary movement for writers of color: ‘‘The great tradition of black art, generally,’’ he started again, ‘‘is the ability—unlike American art in general—to tell the truth.…
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Year in Review
At The Morning News, prominent writers and thinkers discuss what they believe to be the most and least important events of the year. For example, Jazmine Hughes, associate digital editor of the New York Times Magazine, says: “The best and worst…
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Queen of Hearts
“Hello” is not really a compassionate breakup song, like Carole King and Toni Stern’s “It’s Too Late”—the breakup here seems to have happened long ago—but rather an acknowledgment that you can never really make a clean break, that the memories…
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Books for Pennies
Are the stories on pages of the books we love actually worth something in a monetary sense? If you ask sellers of bargain books, they may tell you those books are worth only cents on the dollar. Join the race…
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A Fairy Tale, Reimagined
There’s the crown-letted frog who can’t seem to truly love any of the women willing to kiss him, and break the spell. There’s the prince who’s spent years trying to determine the location of the comatose princess he’s meant to…
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Banksy and Sarcasm
How wonderful it must feel to go to “Dismaland” and see through society! But how awful to see society embrace art that makes you feel nothing, that makes you think only about the vast chasm between you and everyone else.…
