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as in an account of language not as in a meteor

by Ira Brand

Average

Candice Carty-Williams offers a catalogue of a body

Beauty is the Beast

Krishna Istha on queerness, gender and the people who raise us

Reportage

Drag Kings and the Femme Gaze

Temi Wilkey on performance art and the inimitable Charli XCX
Temi Wilkey exults in the elasticity of sexuality, reflecting the fluid experience of drag back onto her waiting audience.

What Will Cost You Most

Chris Kraus looks back on a younger self
Chris Kraus looks back on her younger self, tracing the urge to capture thought and feeling on celluloid film.

Back from Afghanistan

Svetlana Alexievich records the words of a soldier’s mother
A mother I walk alone … I’ll be walking alone for a long time now. He killed someone … My son … With a kitchen axe – I used to trim and beat meat with it. He... Read more

Face Blindness

Sarah Lyall on a curious condition
Last winter I got an email inviting me to a dinner party. Let’s say the host’s name was Barry Johnson. I’ve known him and his wife casually over the years, but this was the first time I’d been asked to their house, and I was excited to go. The eve... Read more

On Ivanka and Blindness

by Five Dials
We are now deep in the era of Trump. As a magazine, we’ve accepted our role. We don’t employ an investigative team. Our contributors’ page lacks a platoon of re... Read more

The Zen of Eminem

When Zadie met Shady. By Zadie Smith
In the face of this kind of misplaced hysteria, good rappers don’t back down. They defend the right to use words in the same way any novelist or filmmaker is free to do. They tell their personal truths.

Days of Shame

by Paul Maliszewski
He started right in yelling, ‘Not my president! Not my president!’ His voice was high and clear and loud. He was fearless. Whenever he said, ‘Not my president!’ the people near them smiled coldly and said, ‘Yes, he is. He is now.’