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21.6.17

Books

35 Books Everyone Should Read At Least Once In Their Lifetime

By Megan Willett

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Books have the profound capacity to stay with us for the rest of our lives.
Whether they’re written for children, sci-fi lovers, mathematicians, or fiction aficionados, certain stories transcend their genre and should be read by everyone.
In a recent Reddit thread, users were asked what is a book that everyone needs to read at least once in their life?
Here are the top 35 books based on Reddit responses.
“Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” by Robert M. Pirsig
The story of a father and son’s summer motorcycle trip across America from Minnesota to California, “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” is at its heart a philosophical journey.
The travel narrative is filled with fundamental questions on how to live your life and conversations between the father and his son: “The place to improve the world is first in one’s own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there.”
“Watership Down” by Richard Adams
First told to his daughters as a bedtime story, Richard Adams weaves the tale of a band of rabbits who abandon their comfy holes in the English downs after one of the rabbits has a vision of it being destroyed by tractors.
“Watership Down” follows them as they encounter evil rabbits, crows, a fox, rivers, and countless other dangers as they journey to find a new home.
“The Last Lecture” by Randy Pausch and Jeffrey Zaslow
An American professor of computer science at Carnegie Mellon University, Pausch became famous after giving an upbeat lecture titled “The Last Lecture: Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams” after learning he had pancreatic cancer and had three to six months of good health left.
After the success of his lecture, he co-authored the book “The Last Lecture” on the same theme of enjoying every moment in your life.
“A Short History of Nearly Everything” by Bill Bryson
One of the best rough guides to science, and written so that it could be accessible to the general public, Bryson describes everything from the size and history of the universe to the rise of human kind in “A Short History of Nearly Everything.”
He also spends time talking about the eccentric archaeologists, anthropologists, and mathematicians who have contributed to the world’s greatest discoveries.
“Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor Frankl
Published in 1946, “Man’s Search for Meaning” was written by Viktor Frankl about his experience as an Auschwitz concentration camp inmate during WWII.
Filled with a rich understanding of the psychological experiences of his fellow inmates, Frankl ruminates on the meaning of life, and how every society has decent and indecent human beings.
“The Forever War” by Joe Haldeman
Written by a Vietnam veteran as an allegory of the Vietnam war, “The Forever War” follows reluctant soldier William Mandella as he leaves earth to battle the mysterious alien race, the Taurans.
But because of time dilating during his spaceship travels, he ages 10 years while 700 years pass by on earth. Mandella then returns to a completely different planet that he can no longer recognize.
“Cosmos” by Carl Sagan
Sagan somehow manages to explain 15 billion years of cosmic history while touching on philosophy, religion, and our society.
This book is written so even those without a strong science background can understand it, and manages to convey the profound unity of the cosmos.
“Bartleby The Scrivener: A Story of Wall-Street” by Herman Melville
A short novella, “Bartleby The Scrivener” is an absurdist tale of a man named Bartleby who works at a New York law firm. Bartleby is a great worker, until one day he is asked to proofread something and simply says, “I would prefer not to.”
That becomes his stock, passive response as he slowly ceases all activity much to the chagrin of the flabbergasted narrator.
“Maus: A Survivor’s Tale” by Art Spiegelman
A Pulitzer prize-winning graphic novel, “Maus” tells the story of a Jewish survivor of the Holocaust and his son, a cartoonist who is trying to come to terms with his father’s story.
Illustrated with cats and mice to represent the Nazis and Jewish people (respectively), Maus is both about the bleak and horrifying truth of life under Hitler, as well as the son’s relationship with his aging father.
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Ernest Hemingway
This graphic war story follows Robert Jordan, a young and idealistic American demolitions expert, fighting in the 1937 Spanish Civil War with the antifascist guerrilla forces.
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” takes place over 68 hours while Jordan is trying to find a way to blow up an enemy bridge, struggling with the passive leader of the guerrilla forces, and falling in love with a young Spanish woman.
“Kafka on the Shore” by Haruki Murakami
This mind-bending Japanese novel blends two interrelated plots between 15-year-old Kafka, who is on a mission to find his mother and sister, and the older Nakata, a mentally-challenged man who has the ability to speak with cats.
The two characters are on a collision course throughout “Kafka on the Shore,” which is a metaphysical journey filled with magical realism.
“The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Originally published in French as “Le Petit Prince,” this novella tells the story of pilot who crashes his plane in the Sahara desert and is greeted by a young boy who claims to be from a different planet.
As the pilot repairs his plane, he learns the life of “the little prince” who yearns to return to his home planet. Though told as a children’s story, “The Little Prince” is one of the most poignant and profound books in French literature.
“The Road” by Cormac McCarthy
“The Road” won the Pulitzer Prize in 2007, and with good reason. Set in a post-apocalyptic nuclear winter, a nameless man and his young son wander through the cold, dark, and bleak world where everyone has turned into their basest selves.
McCarthy writes in a minimalist style that suits the terrain as the man and boy struggle to find food and stay away from the roaming cannibalistic gangs who enslave the weak. But maybe, just maybe, there is something worth living for.
“One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
This book, which is full of magical realism, depicts the village of Macondo and its residents. It begins wth José Arcadio Buendía, the man who built the village, dealing with the shadows of a civil war and the ghost of the man he killed.
The story really does cover 100 years as each generation of the Buendía family is weighed down by past mistakes and spirals towards destruction.
“East of Eden” by John Steinbeck
Two families — the Trasks and the Hamiltons — live in California’s Salinas Valley. The novel follows each generation’s struggle with morality, right and wrong, and the bleak issues caused by sibling rivalry.
Steinbeck considers “East of Eden” his greatest novel. “I think everything else I have written has been, in a sense, practice for this,” the author said.
“How to Win Friends and Influence People” by Dale Carnegie
“How to Win Friends and Influence People” was written in the 1930s, but most of Carnegie’s advice remains true today.
The interpersonal skills he recommends may seem obvious — like smiling and remembering people’s names — but plenty of fans recommend this classic how-to guide as a fundamental book about human decency.
“Crime and Punishment” by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Crime and Punishment” is the story of Rodion Raskolnikov, a poor ex-student in St. Petersburg who formulates a plan to kill a pawnbroker for her cash, arguing that he can perform good deeds to counterbalance the crime.
A master at understanding human nature, Dostoyevsky weaves a world set against 19th century St. Petersberg as the murder takes a toll on Raskolnikov’s conscience.
“The Brothers Karamazov” by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Russia in the 1870s sets the background for this tale of patricide and family rivalry. Part murder mystery, part courtroom thriller, and part social commentary, “The Brother’s Karamazov” follows the lives of three brothers and their father.
The last book of Dostoevsky’s career, “The Brother’s Karamazov” is worth the 800+ page read.
“The Stranger” by Albert Camus
Winner of the Noble Prize for literature, “The Stranger” begins with Meursault learning of his mother’s death. His lack of an emotional response sets the tone for the rest of the novel as events lead to Meursault murdering a man.
Divided in two parts, the story follows Meursault’s life both before and after the murder, and leads the reader through his trial and impending execution.
“Dune” by Frank Herbert
“Dune” is to science fiction what “Lord of the Rings” is to fantasy. Herbert is able to create complete histories, politics, religions, and ecological systems of this feudal interstellar society.
Set on the desert planet Arrakis, Paul Atreides transforms into a mysterious man known as Muad’Dib as he sets out to avenge the murder of his father, and leads a revolution that earns him the emperor’s throne.
“The Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood
In “The Handmaid’s Tale,” Atwood imagines a future where the United States has become The Republic of Gilead, where women are strictly controlled. Unable to have jobs or money, they are either forced to be chaste, childless “Wives,” housekeeping “Marthas,” or reproductive “Handmaids” who turn their offspring over to the Wives.
The tale is told by Offred, a handmaid who can still recall the past and explains how the misogynistic society came to be.
“Anne of Green Gables” by L.M. Montgomery
One of Mark Twain’s favorite books, “Anne of Green Gables” is the story of a couple on Prince Edward Island who send for a boy orphan to help them out on the farm. Instead, they are given the 11-year-old redhead Anne Shirley.
Her imagination and penchant for trouble inspires plenty of comedic adventures as she ages from 11 to 16, meets new friends, and begins an arch rivalry with Gilbert Blythe.
“Fahrenheit 451” by Ray Bradbury
“Fahrenheit 451” is set in a dystopian future where literature (and all original thought) is on the brink of extinction. Guy Montag is a fireman whose job is to burn printed books — as well as the houses where they’re hidden.
But when his wife commits suicide and a young neighbor who introduced him to reading disappears, Guy begins hoarding books in his own home.
“The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein
“Once there was a tree…and she loved a little boy.” One of the most-read children’s books, Shel Silverstein tells the story of a tree that loved a little boy so much that as he grew older, she gave him everything she had.
Both about unconditional love and selfishness, “The Giving Tree” still inspires extremely different interpretations, and remains one of the most powerful stories ever written.
“To Kill A Mockingbird” by Harper Lee
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, “To Kill A Mockingbird” is set in Maycomb, Alabama during the Depression and follows the life of 8-year-old Scout Finch, the trial of a young black man accused of raping a white woman, and the mysterious character Boo Radley.
Despite its serious themes of rape, racial inequality, and gender roles, Lee’s story is renowned for its warmth and humor.
“Animal Farm” by George Orwell
An allegory and satirization of Soviet Communism, “Animal Farm” is about a group of animals who take over a farm after ousting their human master.
And though everything starts alright as all the animals work together and productivity soars, their new society begins to break down as certain animals start to believe that perhaps not all animals are created equal.
“All Quiet on the Western Front” by Erich Maria Remarque
Paul Baumer and his fellow classmates are convinced to join the German army in World War I only to live in atrocious conditions in the trenches years after year, struggling to gain insignificant bits of land.
The book shows the dark and gritty reality of war, as well as the effect it has on Paul and his young friends’ psyches.
“The Count of Monte Cristo” by Alexandre Dumas
Full of intrigue, love, fight scenes, and social satire, “The Count of Monte Cristo” is one of the best revenge books ever written.
It follows Edmond Dantès, a young sailor in 19th century France who is falsely accused of being a Bonapartist traitor and imprisoned for six years. After acquiring a secret fortune from a fellow prisoner, he remakes himself and sets out to find — and repay — everyone in his old life.
“Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” by Philip K. Dick
The inspiration for the movie “Blade Runner,” “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” is set in 2021, after a world war has killed millions of people, driving entire species into extinction. Those who remain build simulacra of past species including horses, birds, cats, sheep … and humans.
Because the androids are so realistic, it’s impossible to tell them apart from real people. But now it’s bounty hunter Rich Deckards job to do just that — and then kill them.
“Catch-22” by Joseph Heller
“Catch-22” follows Yossarian, a WWII bombardier whose men must keep flying more and more dangerous bombing missions. Yet if Yossarian tries to excuse himself from the deadly missions he’s assigned, he’ll be in violation of Catch-22:
A man is considered insane if he willingly continues to fly dangerous combat missions, but if he makes a formal request to be removed from duty, he is proven sane and therefore ineligible to be relieved.
What starts as a comedy slowly turns into a nightmarish tragedy as the war becomes increasingly real throughout the novel.
“Slaughterhouse Five” by Kurt Vonnegut
Billy Pilgrim is a man who has become unstuck in time after being abducted by aliens, specifically Tralfamadorians for their planet’s zoo. The book follows his capture, as well as his time as an American prisoner of war witnessing the firebombing of Dresden in WWII.
“Slaughterhouse Five” is a comically-dark novel that combines both fantasy and realism.
“The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” by Douglas Adams
In the first book of the series, Arthur Dent is warned by his friend Ford Prefect — a secret researcher for the interstellar travel guide “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” — that Earth is about to be demolished.
The pair escapes on an alien spaceship, and the book follows their bizarre adventures around the universe along with quotes from “The Hitchhiker’s Guide” like: “A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.”
“Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley
“Brave New World” is about a government that is conditioning and drugging people to convince them they’re happy.
Set in dystopian London in 2540 AD, the book explores themes of commodification, psychological manipulation, developments in reproductive technology, and the power of knowledge.
“Flowers for Algernon” by Daniel Keyes
After the success of a surgery that increases the intelligence of a lab mouse named Algernon, the first human test subject, Charlie, undergoes the procedure. Charlie keeps diary entries as his IQ grows from 68 to a stunning 185.
But then Algernon suffers a sudden and unexpected deterioration. The bookfollows Charlie’s diary entries and Algernon’s progress reports.
“1984” by George Orwell
In a dystopian world nearly 40 years after the second world war, what remains of Earth has been split into three superpowers after an atomic war — Oceania, Eurasia, and Eastasia.
Everyone in Oceania, including protagonist Winston Smith, is closely monitored by the government. Orwell explores issues of censorship, propaganda, and individualism in “1984” as Winston struggles to escape his monotonous existence.
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How A. E. Housman Invented Englishness | The New Yorker

How A. E. Housman Invented Englishness | The New Yorker
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20.6.17

Dying art | The New Criterion

Dying art | The New Criterion
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Charles and Ray Eames’ Films Shine a Light on Their Design Philosophy

Charles and Ray Eames’ Films Shine a Light on Their Design Philosophy
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With a God on His Side

With a God on His Side



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19.6.17

The complete guide to reading—and even enjoying—classic literature — Quartz

The complete guide to reading—and even enjoying—classic literature — Quartz



A man reads a book outside an antique bookshop in central London
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Chess | 1843

Chess | 1843



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A flawed introduction to women artists | Apollo Magazine

A flawed introduction to women artists | Apollo Magazine



Gaea (1966), Lee Krasner. © 2017 Pollock-Krasner Foundation / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
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What does it mean for a journalist today to be a Serious Reader? - Columbia Journalism Review

What does it mean for a journalist today to be a Serious Reader? - Columbia Journalism Review
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Zen and the Art of the World’s Deadliest Motorcycle Race | The New Yorker

Zen and the Art of the World’s Deadliest Motorcycle Race | The New Yorker




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18.6.17

This hand-drawn Shakespeare atlas travels the world of his plays

This hand-drawn Shakespeare atlas travels the world of his plays



Shakespearean atlas
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Oscar Wilde


1. I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.
2. The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
3. Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
4. It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
5. The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It is never any use to oneself.
6. Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
7. What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
8. A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
9. When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is.
10. There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
11. Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
12. Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
13. True friends stab you in the front.
14. All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
15. Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
16. There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
17. Genius is born—not paid.
18. Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.
19. How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?
20. A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone’s feelings unintentionally.
21. My own business always bores me to death; I prefer other people’s.
22. The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young know everything.
23. I like men who have a future and women who have a past.
24. There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope.
25. Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.
And one bonus quote about Oscar Wilde! Dorothy Parker said it best in a 1927 issue of Life:
If, with the literate, I am
Impelled to try an epigram,
I never seek to take the credit;
We all assume that Oscar said it.
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Vladimir Nabokov Creates a Hand-Drawn Map of James Joyce's Ulysses | Open Culture

Vladimir Nabokov Creates a Hand-Drawn Map of James Joyce's Ulysses | Open Culture



UllysesMap
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A WORK OF FICTION; The Key To My Father - NYTimes.com

A WORK OF FICTION; The Key To My Father - NYTimes.com
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17.6.17

Frank Lloyd Wright Credited Japan for His All-American Aesthetic | Arts & Culture | Smithsonian

Frank Lloyd Wright Credited Japan for His All-American Aesthetic | Arts & Culture | Smithsonian



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How Do You Conserve Art Made of Bologna or Bubble Gum? - The Atlantic

How Do You Conserve Art Made of Bologna or Bubble Gum? - The Atlantic



Two busts, one made of chocolate, the other made of soap, for a piece called <i>Lick and Lather</i>, 1993.
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The American Scholar: It’s Complicated - Michael Shermer

The American Scholar: It’s Complicated - Michael Shermer



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Celebrating Joyce at Bloom’s Tavern, of Course - The New York Times

Celebrating Joyce at Bloom’s Tavern, of Course - The New York Times
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16.6.17

Frank Lloyd Wright at 150 – TheTLS

Frank Lloyd Wright at 150 – TheTLS



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Stuart Hall, inventor of cultural studies, has much to answer for | The Spectator

Stuart Hall, inventor of cultural studies, has much to answer for | The Spectator



Stuart Hall in 1996
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Supertasters among the dreaming spires | 1843

Supertasters among the dreaming spires | 1843



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Cosmic 'Bruise' Could Be Evidence for Multiple Universes | NBC News

Cosmic 'Bruise' Could Be Evidence for Multiple Universes | NBC News




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15.6.17

Churchill — near-Shakespearean

Churchill — near-Shakespearean




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From religious reflection to mummy vlogs: diaries through the ages

From religious reflection to mummy vlogs: diaries through the ages
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14.6.17

These are the books students at the top US colleges are required to read — Quartz

These are the books students at the top US colleges are required to read — Quartz
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Trump/Sedaris


A Number of Reasons I’ve Been Depressed Lately



By David Sedaris
 June 5, 2017

ON POLITICS



One. It’s early September of 2015 and I’m on the island of Santorini for a literary festival. After the short reading, which takes place outdoors on a patio, the Greek audience asks questions, the first of which is, “What do you think of Donald Trump?”
Since announcing his candidacy, the reality-show star has been all over the news. Every outrageous thing he says is repeated and analyzed—like he’s a real politician. I answer that I first became aware of Donald Trump in the late 1980s. That was when Alma, a Lithuanian woman I was working for, bought his book The Art of the Deal and decided he was wonderful. Shortly afterward, I saw him on Oprah, and ever since then he’s always been in the background, this ridiculous blowhard, part showman and part cartoon character. I see his presidential bid as just another commercial for himself. It wouldn’t surprise me if he were to name the Hamburglar as his running mate. So I say that on stage and then have to explain who the Hamburglar is. 

Two. A month before the election a man picks me up at the Philadelphia airport and takes me to Red Bank, New Jersey, for a show. We get to talking and I learn his name is Michael. He is white and fifty-five and used to work for Pathmark, a supermarket chain that went bankrupt and closed the last of its branches in 2015. I ask some general questions and learn that grocery stores make the brunt of their money on junk food. “The highest markup, though, is on spices—seventy-six percent!” says Michael, adding that the most frequently stolen items are razor blades, baby formula, and big jugs of laundry detergent, which seem like they’d be pretty hard to shoplift. I mean, those things have gotten huge, like gas cans.
“Nowadays people walk out with the whole cart,” Michael says. “Roll out the door saying, Just try to stop me!”
It’s rare for a hired driver to overtly discuss politics, and rarer still for him or her to introduce the topic. They will sometimes skirt around it, though. We pass a Trump sign on the road and Michael acknowledges it, saying, sourly, “I just feel that for guys like us, white guys our age, if we need any help—housing or food stamps or whatever—it’s the back of the line. You know what I mean?”
Well isn’t that sort of where the line forms? I think. Michael’s is a group I’ve been hearing a lot about lately. White men who, following eight years of a black president, feel forgotten.
How exactly did Obama neglect you? I want to ask but don’t. Instead, I change the subject to lines in general. “I didn’t wait more than a few minutes to check in for my flight this morning,” I say cheerfully, not adding that I’m executive platinum on American so never have to wait for anything. When I do have to wait, I’m appalled.

Three. I donate a thousand dollars to the Hillary for America campaign and within what seems like minutes I get an email from them saying, in effect, That’s great, but can we have more? Her organization is by no means unique in this regard. Everyone I donate to acts the same way, and I wind up unsubscribing from their emails and resenting them.

Four. I talk to a longtime friend of the family who tells me with great authority that Hillary Clinton is a member of the Illuminati and that she and her husband have killed scores of people, including children, who they also sexually molested.
“You’re kidding, right?” I say.
He’s not, and within minutes words are shooting from his mouth like water from a fire hose. It’s hard to catch it all, but I do grab hold of, “You think it’s a coincidence that Prince was murdered on Queen Elizabeth’s birthday?”
“Who said he was murdered?” I ask.
“Oh, please,” this person says. “You honestly believe he died of an ‘accidental drug overdose?’ ”
The guy speaks to me like I’m an idiot. “And the queen had him killed … why, exactly?” I ask. “Because his name was Prince?”
I later look at one of the websites this person relies on for information. On it, an anonymous source close to the royal family—a “Palace Insider”—reports hearing the queen saying to another Illuminati member at a tea party that before the year ends, three more world famous musicians must die.
None of the websites my friend looks at say anything bad about Donald Trump. Rather he is hailed as a man of peace. The ones they hate are George Soros, of course, and, surprisingly, Bill Gates, who has murdered more innocents than even the Clintons, apparently. My friend gets almost feverish when he talks about these people and the way they’re all connected: Queen Elizabeth leads to Jay Z leads to the Centers for Disease Control leads to the faked Sandy Hook shooting and the way the government staged 9/11.
I want to laugh. Then I want him to laugh and say, “Just kidding!” But he honestly believes all this, and is frustrated that I won’t believe it as well. “Wake up!” he says.

Five. An article in the New York Times suggests that Trump should run with the Hamburglar and I think, Hey, that’s my line.

Six. On election night, I am in Portland, Oregon. At the start of the evening I feel confident, but come dinnertime I start to get nervous. I eat alone in the fancy hotel restaurant, watching the waiters and waitresses for clues that I am worrying over nothing. “Any news?” I keep asking, taking it for granted that, like me, they voted for Clinton. They have ironic tattoos and know about wine, who else could they have been for? I think.
Back in the room, I turn on the radio and look at the electoral map online. I go to bed, reach for my iPad. Shut my eyes, reach for my iPad. When the election is called for Trump, I lie there, unable to sleep. In the middle of the night, I go to the fitness center and watch the little TV embedded in my elliptical machine. The news had been telling me for months that Clinton was a shoo-in. Now they want me to listen as they soul search and determine how they got it so wrong. “Fuck you,” I say to the little screen.
An hour later, I take a bath and get back into bed. Staring at the ceiling, wide-awake, I suddenly think of Cher and realize that what I’m feeling, she’s feeling as well. So are millions of other people of course: Hugh, my sisters, all my friends except for the conspiracy theorist. Oddly, it’s this woman I’ve never met or even seen in person, who brings me comfort. The next morning I wander the city in a daze, my eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, thinking I’m not alone. I’ve got Cher.

Seven. A few days after the election, I’m in Oakland, California. It’s Sunday afternoon and I notice a great many people walking toward what looks like a park, some of them carrying signs. “What’s going on?” I ask a young woman. Her hair is purple in some places and green in others.
“Oh,” she says. “Everyone’s going to gather around Lake Merritt and hold hands. We’re going to form a human chain around it.” She says this as though it’s going to reverse time and make Donald Trump stop being the president-elect. I cringe, thinking of how this will play on Fox News—“Watch out everyone, they’re holding hands!”

Eight. I join my family on Emerald Isle for Thanksgiving and have a great screaming fight with my Republican father, who yells at one point, “Donald Trump is not an asshole!” I find this funny but at the same time surprising. Regardless of whether or not you voted for him, I thought the president-elect’s identity as a despicable human being was something we could all agree on. I mean, he pretty much ran on it.
Later in our argument my father shouts, “He’s the best thing that’s happened to this country in years,” and, “It was just locker-room talk.”
“I’m in locker rooms five days a week and have never heard anyone carry on like Trump in that video,” I argue. “And if I did, I wouldn’t think, Wow, that guy ought to be my president. I’d think he was a creep and a loser.” Then I add, repeating something I’d heard from someone else, “Besides, he wasn’t in a locker room, he was at work.”
Since I left the United States in 1998, I’ve cast absentee ballots. Americans overseas vote from the last state they lived in, which for me was New York. Then we got the house on Emerald Isle, and I changed my location to North Carolina, where I’m more inclined to feel hopeless. In 1996, in line at the grocery store in lower Manhattan, I’d look at the people in front of me thinking Bill Clinton voter, Bill Clinton voter, convicted felon, Bill Clinton voter, foreign tourist, felon, felon, Bill Clinton voter, felon.
At the supermarket I stomp off to after the fight with my father on Emerald Isle, it’s Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, and then the cashier, who also voted for him. Of course, these are just my assumptions. The guy in the T-shirt that pictures a semiautomatic rifle above the message COME AND TAKE IT—the one in fatigues buying two twelve packs of beer and a tub of rice pudding—didn’t necessarily vote Republican. He could have just stayed home on election day and force-fed the women he holds captive in the crawl space beneath his living room.
The morning after our argument, I come downstairs to find my father in the kitchen. “Are you still talking to me?” he asks.
I look at him as if he were single-handedly responsible for the election of Donald Trump, as if he had knowingly cast the tie-breaking vote and all of what is to come is entirely his fault. Then I say, “Yes. Of course I’m still talking to you.”
He turns and plods into the living room. “Horse’s ass.”

Nine. On Christmas morning, at home in England, I climb into the loft space above the bathroom in search of some presents I’d wrapped months earlier. The ladder I’m using is wooden and has only two legs, which slip on my freshly waxed floor. I fall from a height of nine feet and land with a bang on my left side, fracturing eight ribs. Lying on the floor, stunned, and in the greatest pain of my life, it occurs to me that I might die before Trump assumes office and that maybe that won’t be such a terrible thing. Amy runs out of the guest room then and Hugh charges up the stairs from the kitchen, both of them asking, “What happened?” and “Are you all right?”
I don’t want to ruin Christmas, so say, “I’m fine. I’m fine.” Fine people, though, don’t need ten minutes to get off the floor.
Hugh phones the NHS—the National Health Service—and after being asked a number of preliminary questions, I’m put through to a nurse named Mary.
“Who are you again?” I ask.
“Mary,” she repeats, not, I notice, Mary Steward, or whatever her last name is. Everything in America is based on lawsuits, on establishing a trail. In the U.S. I’d be told to come in immediately for X-rays, but in England they figure that unless you’re unconscious, or leaking great quantities of fluid—blood, pus, et cetera—there’s no point in wasting everyone’s time. Mary asks me a number of questions that determine whether or not I pierced a lung, which apparently I have not. “But it really hurts when I cough,” I tell her.
“Well, David,” she says brightly. “Then my advice to you would be not to cough, and to have a lovely Christmas.”
I later learn that what I suffered was called a blunt-force trauma. It’s remarkably similar to how I felt after the election, as if I’d been slammed against a wall or hit by a car. Both pains persist, show no signs, in fact, of ever going away. The damage is permanent. I will never be the same as I was before the accident/election. A lovely Christmas is out of the question. Every day I lie on the floor and clutch my sides, stunned.

Ten. I hold on to the most unreasonable hope: The electoral college will come to its senses and say, We can’t let this happen! It will turn out that Russia tampered with our voting machines. Yet nothing stops the advancing truck. On Inauguration Day, I am in Seattle. Late in the afternoon, my old friend Lyn sends me a photo of an anti-Trump sticker someone found in Japan. It’s cleverly designed: three peaks that on second glance turn out to be Trump sandwiched between two Klansmen. I want to write back and say, Ha, but instead, as a joke, I respond, “Dear Lyn, I’m sorry you’re so opposed to change, or too small-minded to move past your narrow assumptions. In the future, I’d appreciate your keeping things like this to yourself. David”
A minute later, I send a follow-up email that says, “Just kidding.” And it bounces back, as do the next three emails I send. She’s blocked me! I realize. After thirty-eight years of friendship!
I go to bed that night and lie awake, worried that she’s telling everyone I’m a Trump supporter. The news will spread and by morning I’ll be ruined. But it was just a joke, I say to myself in the dark room. A horrible, horrible joke.
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Why is the language of transhumanists and religion so similar? | Aeon Essays

Why is the language of transhumanists and religion so similar? | Aeon Essays
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The resurrection of Winston Churchill

The resurrection of Winston Churchill
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Sarah Ditum - Knowing Me, Knowing Me | Literary Review | Issue 454

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'Dear Leader' Trump's Sycophantic Cabinet Meeting Mercilessly Mocked | HuffPost

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Is philosophy simply harder than science? – TheTLS

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Dark Matter

 Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson. Eighty-five percent of all the gravitational force in the universe comes from a source we cannot identify:

"...We've now been waiting nearly a century for somebody to tell us why the bulk of all the gravitational force that we've measured in the universe -- about eighty-five percent of it -- arises from substances that do not otherwise interact with 'our' matter or energy. Or maybe the excess gravity doesn't come from matter and energy at all, but ema­nates from some other conceptual thing. In any case, we are essentially clueless. We find ourselves no closer to an answer today than we were when this 'missing mass' problem was first fully analyzed in 1937 by the Swiss­-American astrophysicist Fritz Zwicky. ...

"Zwicky studied the movement of individ­ual galaxies within a titanic cluster of them, located far beyond the local stars of the Milky Way that trace out the constellation Coma Berenices (the 'hair of Berenice,' an Egyp­tian queen in antiquity). The Coma cluster, as we call it, is an isolated and richly popu­lated ensemble of galaxies about 300 million light-years from Earth. ...

"When we examine the Coma cluster, as Zwicky did during the 1930s, we find that its member galaxies are all moving more rapidly than the escape velocity for the cluster. The cluster should swiftly fly apart, leaving barely a trace of its beehive existence after just a few hundred million years had passed. But the cluster is more than ten billion years old, which is nearly as old as the uni­verse itself. And so was born what remains the longest-standing unsolved mystery in astrophysics.


3D map of the large-scale distribution of dark matter, reconstructed from measurements of weak gravitational lensing with the Hubble Space Telescope.

"Across the decades that followed Zwicky's work, other galaxy clusters revealed the same problem, so Coma could not be blamed for being peculiar. ... Per­haps the 'missing mass' needed to bind the Coma cluster's galaxies does exist, but in some unknown, invisible form. Today, we've settled on the moniker 'dark matter,' which makes no assertion that anything is missing, yet none­theless implies that some new kind of matter must exist, waiting to be discovered. ...

"Further research has revealed that the dark matter cannot consist of ordinary matter that happens to be under-luminous, or nonlumi­nous. ... [But] we have no clue what it is. It's kind of annoying. But we desperately need it in our calculations to arrive at an accurate description of the uni­verse. 

"Scientists are generally uncomfort­able whenever we must base our calculations on concepts we don't understand, but we'll do it if we have to. And dark matter is not our first rodeo. In the nineteenth century, for example, scientists measured the energy output of our Sun and showed its effect on our seasons and climate, long before anyone knew that thermonuclear fusion is respon­sible for that energy. At the time, the best ideas included the retrospectively laughable suggestion that the Sun was a burning lump of coal. Also in the nineteenth century, we observed stars, obtained their spectra, and classified them long before the twentieth­-century introduction of quantum physics, which gives us our understanding of how and why these spectra look the way they do. ...

"Having resisted attempts to detect it directly on Earth for three-quarters of a century, dark matter remains in play. Particle physicists are confident that dark matter consists of a ghostly class of undiscovered particles that interact with matter via gravity, but otherwise interact with matter or light only weakly or not at all.
"If you like gambling on physics, this option is a good bet. The world's largest particle accelerators are trying to manufacture dark matter particles amid the detritus of particle collisions. And specially designed laboratories buried deep underground are trying to detect dark matter particles passively, in case they wander in from space. An underground loca­tion naturally shields the facility from known cosmic particles that might trip the detectors as dark matter impostors.

"Although it all could be much ado about nothing, the idea of an elusive dark matter particle has good precedence. Neutrinos, for instance, were predicted and eventually dis­covered, even though they interact extremely weakly with ordinary matter. The copious flux of neutrinos from the Sun -- two neutrinos for every helium nucleus fused from hydrogen in the Sun's thermonuclear core -- exit the Sun unfazed by the Sun itself, travel through the vacuum of space at nearly the speed of light, then pass through Earth as though it does not exist. The tally: night and day, a hundred billion neutrinos from the Sun pass through each thumbnail patch of your body, every sec­ond, without a trace of interaction with your body's atoms. In spite of this elusivity, neutri­nos are nonetheless stoppable under special circumstances. And if you can stop a particle at all, you've detected it.

"Dark matter particles may reveal them­selves through similarly rare interactions, or, more amazingly, they might manifest via forces other than the strong nuclear force, weak nuclear force, and electromagnetism. These three, plus gravity, complete the fab four forces of the universe, mediating all interac­tions between and among all known particles. So the choices are clear. Either dark matter particles must wait for us to discover and to control a new force or class of forces through which their particles interact, or else dark mat­ter particles interact via normal forces, but with staggering weakness.

"So, dark matter's effects are real. We just don't know what it is."
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The oldest Homo sapiens yet

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The life and curiosity of Sir Hans Sloane

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Why We Need to Start Seeing the Classical World in Color

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Tolstoy

On this day in 1881, Leo Tolstoy (books by this author) set off on a pilgrimage to the Optina-Pustyn monastery.
He was 52 years old, and his two greatest novels, War and Peace (1869) and Anna Karenina (1877), were behind him. He had found himself in a crisis-he was famous, had a family and land and money, but it all seemed empty. He was unable to write, had trouble sleeping, contemplated suicide. He read the great philosophers, but found holes in all of their arguments. He was amazed that the majority of ordinary Russians managed to keep themselves going every day, and he finally decided that it must be their faith. From there, it was a short time until Tolstoy took a walk in the woods and found God. He wrote: "At the thought of God, happy waves of life welled up inside me. Everything came alive, took on meaning. The moment I thought I knew God, I lived. But the moment I forgot him, the moment I stopped believing, I also stopped living."
His wife Sophia was not so thrilled with his conversion. He renounced meat, sex, alcohol, fiction, tobacco, and the temptations of a family. He dressed like a peasant. He wanted to give all of his money away, but Sophia wanted to live what she considered a normal life, not to mention raise their 10 children.
Tolstoy made his first visit to Optina-Pustyn in 1877, a visit in which he apparently exhausted the chief starets-or community elder-with his questions. On this day in 1881 he set off on a second visit, and this time he decided that to be more like the common people, he would walk all the way there, dressed in his peasant coat and wearing shoes made out of bark. He was pleased with his spiritual guidance, but he wasn't used to walking in bark shoes, so by the time he made it to Optina his feet were so covered in blisters that he had to take the train back home.
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Steve Martin & Robin Williams Riff on Math, Physics, Einstein & Picasso in a Heady Comedy Routine (2002)

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Back in 2002, Stanford University mathematics professor Robert Osserman chatted with comedian and banjo player extraordinaire Steve Martin in San Francisco’s Herbst Theatre. The event was called “Funny Numbers” and it was intended to deliver an off-kilter discussion on math. Boy did it deliver.
The first half of the discussion was loose and relaxed. Martin talked about his writing, banjos and his childhood interest in math. “In high school, I used to be able to make magic squares," said Martin. "I like anything kind of 'jumbly.' I like anagrams. What else do I like? I like sex."
Then Robin Williams, that manic ball of energy, showed up. As you can see from the five videos throughout this post, the night quickly spiraled into comic madness. They riffed on the Osbournes, Henry Kissinger, number theory, and physics. “Schrödinger, pick up your cat,” barks Williams at the end of a particularly inspired tear. “He’s alive. He’s dead. What a pet!”
When Martin and Williams read passages from Martin’s hit play, Picasso at the Lapin Agile Williams read his part at different points as if he were Marlon Brando, Peter Lorre and Elmer Fudd. At another time, Williams and Martin riffed on the number zero. Williams, for once acting as the straight man, asked Osserman, "I have one quick question, up to the Crusades, the number zero didn't exist, right? In Western civilization.” To which Martin bellowed, “That is a lie! How dare you imply that the number zero…oh, I think he’s right.”
The videos are weirdly glitchy, though the audio is just fine. And the comedy is completely hilarious and surprisingly thought provoking.
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Diana Trilling’s Discontents | The Nation

Diana Trilling’s Discontents | The Nation



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The culture wars arrive in Britain

The culture wars arrive in Britain



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9 juin

Is Paris Burning? by Larry Collins and Dominique Lapierre. In August of 1944, the Nazis were losing control of Paris, a city they had occupied since 1940. Aware that the U.S. Army was now marching across France, Parisians began occupying government buildings and putting up barricades. Berlin ordered two Panzer tank divisions south to Paris to "restore order in the city at any price." Hope now lay with the Americans, who were just 30 miles from Paris:

"Two Panzer divisions ... were on their way south. [Generalfeldmarschall Walther Model] had only one sharp parting phrase [for Paris' commander General Dietrich von Choltitz]: 'Restore order in the city at any price.'

"The streets of Paris which, a few hours earlier, had rung with the proud words 'Aux Barricades!' now echoed a more anguished cry, rising up from those first flimsy fortifications. It was 'The tanks are coming.' ... The Panzers that had given Adolf Hitler the key to Paris in 1940 swarmed again into the streets of the capital. ...
"That evening brought the first drops of a new rainstorm and, along with it, a wild and welcome rumor. It buoyed up the spirits of the entire population of Paris. ... Playwright André Roussin set it down: 'A day begun in fear ends in hope,' he wrote. 'It seems the Americans are in Rambouillet. Tomorrow they will be in Paris.'


At the village of Rambouillet, Col. David Bruce (left) OSS commander in the European Theater, Ernest Hemingway (center).

"The Americans were indeed in Rambouillet, only 30 miles from Paris. ... Roussin had, however, some­what overestimated their number. There were three of them, and none of them had any real business being there. The first was a courtly Virginian named David Bruce, a colonel, the head of the OSS for France, whose capture would have afforded untrammeled delight to the Germans. The second was a jeep driver, a taciturn GI named 'Red' Pelkey, from West Virginia. The third was a war correspondent. True to a promise sworn long before, Ernest Hemingway was leading the United States press corps to Paris.

"His first act [was] to liberate the bar of the Hotel du Grand Veneur, a honeysuckle-covered inn favored by week­ending Parisians and their ladies. In the bar he had installed a case of hand grenades, a carbine, a bottle of the grateful owner's best cognac and a prewar Michelin road map on which he had already begun to plot the German positions in the neighborhood. To the FFI [French Forces of the Interior] who had started to drift into the hotel, Hemingway was 'mon capitaine.' By the time Paris was liberated, in one of the most rapid promotions in French military history, he would be 'mon general.'

"Sole liberators of this hunting preserve of the kings and presidents of France, and forty-eight hours ahead of the rest of the Allied armies, the trio found themselves saddled with an embarrassing problem: too many Germans. 'Every time we turned around,' Bruce found, 'one was crawling out of the woodwork to surrender.' Hemingway took away their pants and put them to work in the kitchen peeling potatoes for his growing band of FFI."
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How 'Eureka' Moments in Science Happen

How 'Eureka' Moments in Science Happen



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The Globalization of Literature - New Rambler Review

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Buckminster Fuller's Map of the World: The Innovation that Revolutionized Map Design (1943) | Open Culture

Buckminster Fuller's Map of the World: The Innovation that Revolutionized Map Design (1943) | Open Culture



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Pakistani Musicians Play an Enchanting Version of Dave Brubeck’s Jazz Classic, “Take Five” | Open Culture

Pakistani Musicians Play an Enchanting Version of Dave Brubeck’s Jazz Classic, “Take Five” | Open Culture
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Tarot cards: a tool of cold tricksters or wise therapists? | Aeon Essays

Tarot cards: a tool of cold tricksters or wise therapists? | Aeon Essays
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