For a Time, a Pit Bull Gave Me Back My Son
If I couldn’t openly love him, I would love what he loved.
A collection of 165 posts
If I couldn’t openly love him, I would love what he loved.
New pharmaceuticals appear to offer a genuine solution to the problem of excess appetite, that uncontrollable urge to eat more than we need to that keeps so many of us fat.
A nuclear engineer reviews the blockbuster film.
Few writers in our time were more committed to the novel or had more idealism about the heights the form could scale.
In 2020, a Canadian university tore up its psychology department in search of a non-existent network of sexual predators. Documents obtained by Quillette reveal how administrators allowed it to happen.
Adnan Syed would never have been released had ‘Serial’ not been made. Advocacy journalism must be treated with caution.
A serious reexamination of this case must begin by setting out the evidence that led the jury to convict.
While claims of skill transfer may be overblown, there is still benefit to be had in the tiny, claustrophobic world of the game.
Like Substack, Quillette is hoping to provide readers with more engagement, and less anger.
Something terrible happens when art can’t reach audiences.
A Review of Hannah Barnes’s ‘Time to Think: The Inside Story of the Collapse of the Tavistock’s Gender Service for Children’
The obsessive policing of language in the name of progress relies on magical thinking.
The urge to censor is based on a misunderstanding of what makes literature valuable.
Thirty-four years after the massacre of political prisoners in Iran, the conviction of Hamid Noury in Sweden has been a victory for accountability and for the truth.
A terrific new account of America’s social and political turmoil during the 1910s and ’20s provides some much-needed perspective on the problems afflicting the country today.