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Ben Tarnoff
More Babies!

Trump and his set act carefree in the face of catastrophe—and they give their supporters permission to do the same.

Irina Dumitrescu
The Great Leap Backward

Lea Ypi’s memoir of her childhood in Communist Albania asks whether individual freedom is always elusive, even in liberal democracies.

Fred Kaplan
Rebooting the Pentagon

Bringing Silicon Valley’s drive for innovation to defense contracting has been a slow process, but the war in Ukraine has led tech firms to plunge into the war business.

Colin B. Bailey
A Daring Departure

One hundred and fifty years after Impressionist paintings were first exhibited, it takes a certain effort to recover their original radicalism.

Hannah Stamler
Cherchez les Femmes

An exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery retells the history of transnational modernism from the perspective of expatriate American women.

Delivery

a poem by
Amy Woolard

Paper pusher, I’ll tell you what it feels like
To spend the exact cash you make the same

Night you make it. That sky velveted as
An empty ring box. Disintegration
coming out

Of the speakers again. Neck-deep in the
quarry swimming
Hole. This thing between us like snapping
a bar of cold…

 

Free from the Archives

In the Review’s March 5, 1981, issue, the critic Roger Sale read Laughing in the Hills, Bill Barich’s account of a season spent bumming around a horse track in northern California, “moving from barn to clubhouse to boardroom, bars, and betting lines with apparent ease, critical sympathy, and a clear eye.” In the process, wrote Sale, “he changed what is a pastime for some, a serious hobby for me, into a real subject.”

Roger Sale
Golden Gaits

“A trainer who darkens a horse’s form to make a killing of a few grand, a jockey who stiffs a horse to help keep the form dark, even trainers on the lookout for drugs beyond the knowledge of the equine testers, are pikers compared to the track managers who want more horses no matter how sore or ill, more races, more racing dates, more dividends.”

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