What does it take to live without the ability to smile or move half of one’s face? For that matter, what does it take to live at all?
Despite its massive commercialization, the world of football has never been about making a profit.
A Taiwanese scifi novel—set under the sea, after the surface becomes unlivable—reveals the remarkable burst of cultural freedom in 1990s Taiwan.
Which matters more, intent or interpretation? What if a juxtaposition of images in literature or art is just that—a chance encounter?
The mugshot was invented in the 1880s. A century later, face surveillance has gone digital but remains as flawed as ever.
Collective feminist narratives can acknowledge, to differing degrees, the stories that are missing from them.
Many landowners view themselves as environmental stewards. But can the environment ever be protected within the frame of private property?
The artist comes as a class outsider to the factory, marveling at the complexity of its machinery and the dexterity and dangers of manual labor.
Repeatedly, the film shows this venturesome woman alone at all hours—yet never do we see her fearing or fending off assault.
Within western poetry, women writers of color—and their lived experiences—are not nearly as recognized nor represented as their white peers.
The university has been changing, to be sure. But has the proportion of students who want to devote themselves to acts of humanistic creativity?
Postwar culture was divided between “freedom” and “totalitarianism.” Or was it?
Few novels are so crammed with invention. Yet the interlocking richness of her ideas does not derail your reading.
The way we talk about racial justice matters. In fact, corporation’s embrace of antiracist slogans can actually advance racism.
Once, Black women employed textile arts both as a mutual aid network, and as a safe space to envision a Southern Black liberated life.
Antiracism challenges us to wholly reimagine what it means to study human and inhuman conditions in their various forms.
In May 1381, rebels burned documents at Cambridge, then scattered the ashes to the wind. But why were universities targeted by the rebels?
Few know the film—the first feature-length film by a West African director—was based on a real-life incident, a real tragedy lost in colonial archives.
The global literary market is a body of books in translation that, despite being from very disparate contexts, sound a lot like each other. Why?
Anyone who has been called a bitch-witch might have predicted the show’s big twist: there is absolutely no right way to wield your power.