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The Blind
By Sigrid Nunez
Racy Public Art Exposes Paris's Invisible Borders
By Chris NewensThis week, after a social-media barrage declared it obscene, officials refused to install a sculpture called Domestikator in the Tuileries Gardens near the Louvre. The same piece was then accepted by, and set up outside, the Pompidou, a contemporar…
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Breastfeeding
By Alice MattisonIt is like watching Yehudi Menuhin on television. / You see a round face, / mute, busy, / with the look in the eyes / people have when they’re paying
From the Archive, Issue 77
Poetry
Norma Does Not Lie: On Believing Women
By Alison KinneyTen years ago, the first time I saw Vincenzo Bellini’s 1831 opera, Norma, at the Met, I noticed one quirky bit of stage business. In the opera, the Roman proconsul Pollione has come to 50 B.C.E. Gaul to pacify the locals. He’s also pursuing a …
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Portfolio - Anita de Caro
By Anita de CaroAnita De Caro is at home in either New York or Paris and yet she is a stranger to both of them in that their con- ventional sights and views—those that the tourist sees most easily—continue to suprise and delight her. Last year she returned to her native New York for a joint exhibition with Jacques Villon at the Grace Borgonicht Gallery. Her reaction to the city's skyscrapers and bridges is reflected in some of the drawings reproduced on these pages. Her feeling for the slow waters of the S…
From the Archive, Issue 13
Art & Photography
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Agnès Varda's Ecological Consience
By Lauren Elkin“Existence isn’t a solitary matter,” says the shepherd to the wanderer in Agnès Varda’s 1985 film, Vagabond. This vision of collectivity, the belief that we are all in it together, recurs throughout Varda’s films, from her early, proto…
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On Film
My Wife, in Converse
By Shelly OriaThe last time we had sex, it was cold out and they said a storm was coming. My wife was shivering in fear, making a list to steady herself. For a while I was trying to cross things off—candles, eight gallons of water, move things away from windows. Check, I would say cheerfully at her, check check check.
From the Archive, Issue 209
Fiction
A Wrestler With Sharks
By Richard YatesNobody had much respect for The Labor Leader. Even Finkel and Kramm, its owners, the two sour brothers-in-law who’d dreamed it up in the first place and who somehow managed to make a profit on it year after year even they could take little pride in the thing. At least, that’s what I used to suspect from the way they’d hump grudgingly around the office, shivering the bile-green partitions with their thumps and shouts, grabbing and tearing at galley proofs, breaking pencil-points, dropping wet c…
From the Archive, Issue 13
Fiction
The Vac-Haul
By Peter OrnerFor hours we listened to it on the radio, and not once did Larry Phoebus say a word. A woman walked into a classroom of a school a couple of towns over and started shooting.
