Left on the Inside: Robert Scheer with Theodore Hamm
by Theodore HammExpress
Born and raised in the Bronx and a graduate of City College, Robert Scheer is the former editor of Ramparts, the leading radical magazine of the 1960s.
Just Another War?
by Anat BiletzkiExpress
Was the latest war in Lebanon another war? Another, as in one more (of the same) in the list of Middle East wars? Or another, as in a different war (of new dimensions)? Paradoxically—it was both.
All Quiet on the Eastern Front by Retort
by RetortExpress
We have no words for the horror of the present, for the ghostly bodies showing through the plastic wrap. No words for the faces of despair and elation bubbling from the TV screen, faces of hatred and madness and dedication to death, faces that have had the truth of “collateral damage” played out to them over the cell-phone videos even before the sound of the drone has faded.
Taking the Long Way Home from Lebanon
by Lynn LoveExpress
“Relax people,” the Eddie Bauer-clad embassy official shouted through his bullhorn. “This is not the last day of evacuation. Everyone who wants to evacuate will have the chance to do so.” Our tiny family—me, my husband, Walid, our 7-year-old daughter, Petra—stood on the narrow Dbayeh bridge overpass about three kilometers north of Beirut.
“On the Trail in Oregon: Is the Party Over?”
by Doug CordellExpress
Politics splits along interesting lines here on the upper left side of the country. In the Oregon race for governor, four candidates are looking to knock off the incumbent, a middle-of–the-road technocrat (need I say Democrat?) named Ted Kulongoski.
Torture Doesn’t Just Have to be Rabid Canines and Rape Pyramids Anymore
by Marika JosephsonExpress
Hate to do a mass e-mail like this, but we’ve been having a bit of a kerfuffle over here in regards to some little linguistic snags about what constitutes a “war crime” or “degrading treatment,” or “physical mutilation” in the Geneva Conventions.
“Movies are All People Know” An Interview With Ken Jacobs
by Jim KnipfelExpress
“Someone told me a while ago that I was a crank,” Ken Jacobs wrote. “It seemed a deft summation. I am disappointed, not with my personal situation —I’ve been very fortunate—but with the obscenity, that is the state of the world.
A Begrudging Tribute to Mickey Spillane
by Tim McLoughlinExpress
The first time I saw Mickey Spillane’s name in print I was thirteen years old. My father had brought home a paperback copy of The Erection Set. The cover featured a photograph of a beautiful blonde, naked, with one long leg extended straight up, toes tickling the black block letters of the author’s name.
Experiential Lit: Grégoire Bouillier with Yann Nicol Translated by Violaine Huisman and Lorin Stein
by Yann NicolExpress
Paris-based writer Grégoire Bouillier was born in 1960. After writing for reviews including L’Infini and NRV, his first novel, Rapport sur moi (Allia, 2002), was awarded the Prix de Flore. His new memoir, The Mystery Guest, has just been published in the US by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Yann Nicol, a freelance journalist based in Lyon, recently spoke to Bouillier.
Allende Lives
by Alina ReyesExpress
Artists from around the world donated hundreds of works of art in solidarity with the new socialist government of Chile of President Salvador Allende beginning in the early 1970s. The contributions continued after his death in the 1973 military coup through the 1980s.
