Listening to Literature—What We Gain and Lose with Audiobooks
The whole was something closer to verbal jazz.
The whole was something closer to verbal jazz.
Our choice of words affects the way we think. That’s why we spend so much time fighting over which terms to use, whether it’s “undocumented immigrants” versus “illegal aliens,” “foetuses” versus “unborn babies,” or “militants” versus “terrorists.” In recent years, the question of word choice has figured prominently
The recent hyper-focus on insects can be traced back to a 2017 study conducted by an obscure German entomological society, which claimed that flying insects in German nature reserves had decreased by 76 percent over just 26 years.
The comrades worked together, ate together, read together, showered together, used the latrine together, sang together to the sound of accordions late into the night.
Machiavelli’s clear preference was for an advisor to be principled, believing in his advice and stating it clearly, but not importunate.
Quillette editor and podcast host Jonathan Kay tells David Bernstein, founder of the Jewish Institute for Liberal Values, about his life as a journalist and self-described “lapsed Jew.”
This kind of regime-analysis disappeared with the rise of classical liberalism, which supplied an altogether different language of politics.
The radicals, always livid, always demanding more, insist that all this is window dressing. A sham.
Asian Americans have become an unfun topic in Silicon Valley corporate life. Certainly, they embarrass the diversity-obsessed gurus at Google and Facebook.
Living under a totalitarian regime one knows censorship in and out. One can smell it from far away and I smell it in this terror of political correctness—or, if we turn it around, in the danger of expressing different, unpopular views.
They’re embarking on an experiment that I think will ultimately fail and will ultimately harm children, but it’s an experiment that they’re entitled to embark on.
As a black conservative man, I will add one final note. None of the points made in this essay—about the over-hyping of victimhood in modern America or the cultural issues in working-class black and white communities—is meant to imply that racism does not exist.
There is much we can learn from Bourne, not only from his joie-de-vivre, his ideas about cultural diversity and disability, but perhaps most of all, from his toughness, his willingness to criticize associates.
The popular vision of race in America seems to be incapable of breaking the gridlock that places the fate of black Americans in the hands of white society and then condemns that society to the wasteland of history.
The poor and unemployed have demonstrated that their patience is limited and that they are a keg of dynamite waiting to go off.