Every car in Cambodia is a Camry. Most are eighties models: rusted, dented, mismatched hubcaps. The one we’re in has working A/C. Our driver says it’s a ’95. He smiles. We ride the southwest coastal road from Phnom Penh to … Continued

I was in Texas a couple of weeks ago and found myself walking, walking: along highways, round cul-de-sacs, up and down Austin’s downtown boulevards. There is something lovely about long, aimless rambles in the heat, but the girl in me … Continued

forsticulate: (v.) to interrupt others’ sentences, erroneously believing you knew what they were going to say

Everyone must, at some point, stand before art as an idiot. Which is to say that there remains for everyone a form of art they will first encounter both as an adult and a stranger…

A dark, alarming Futurism lurks behind the logic of drone strikes, big data, and the Austerity Sequester, one that eliminates minority dissent in favor of the predictive and precisive tools of technocracy. Soon enough (I hope) we’ll see contemporary fiction’s response to this turn of events; in the meantime, we have the films and commentaries of Thom Andersen…

If there can be such a thing as a staff un-pick, I present Jean-Antoine Houdon’s La Frileuse, who can be found shivering…

The fourth annual Festival Neue Literatur, New York’s first and only German-language literary festival, took place at an array of packed venues in Manhattan and Brooklyn last week, including Deutsches Haus at Columbia University, McNally Jackson bookstore, and Deutsches Haus … Continued