I become uneasy whenever someone mentions the “lessons of history.” Not that history doesn’t offer lessons, it’s just that many of the lessons, I find, are hardly the kind of rules for living that can
A few weeks ago, zipping through some recent American writings on Buddhism, I came across an article by a Buddhist named Damaris Williams. It was about a meditation marathon she’d taken part in.
During a recession, everyone reaches for their green eyeshade. Unless it’s cheap, we don’t buy it. If it’s not certain to pay off, we don’t invest.
“Bridging cultures” is the watchword here at NEH since the appointment of Jim Leach to the chairman’s office.
“Only connect,” E. M. Forster wrote. But if you are a humanist looking to transmit a message from the far corners of research to a truly public audience, doing so can seem impossible.
I have become a regular purchaser of old books, and as I pull these worn-out tomes from my mailbox I wonder if anyone else is still reading these particular works.
“You know what work is—if you're / old enough to read this you know what / work is,” wrote Philip Levine, in a poem about lining up with other men, outside, looking for work.
In the 1995 Hollywood movie Copycat, the killer tells Sigourney Weaver’s character, “Did you know, Helen, that there are more books written about Jack the Ripper than Abraham Lincoln?” Hardly
Cue the tango music, because this issue of Humanities magazine is all about passion, that often celebrated, but most unruly element of human character.
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What Sets Italian Americans Off From Other Immigrants?
Family and work for starters, according to a new TV documentary.
By Vincent J. Cannato
The Strange Politics of Gertrude Stein
Was the den mother of modernism a fascist?
By Barbara Will
King Andrew and the Bank
Andrew Jackson stares down the national bank and wins.
By Daniel Feller
The Quiet Greatness of Eudora Welty
Even toward the end of her life, the writer revealed a youthful zest for life and art.
By Danny Heitman
Why Spinoza Was Excommunicated
Before writing a single book, Bento de Spinoza was considered a dangerous thinker
By Steven Nadler
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