The infants and children we treat are often unable to breathe on their own; they may have aggressive cancers or complex fungal infections; they may have starved for months while migrating to the ...

Where did I find affirmation in a book so enamored of the abyss? (Images of dark, empty spaces, reservoirs of nonbeing, fill the text: “cavern,” “breach,” “void,” “wound.”) Nor am I alone: generations ...

When I was a young reporter, I envied my elders’ ability to write obituaries of famous people. Having the last word on someone renowned seemed to me like high-end journalism, especially when it ...

The Deportation Machine: America’s Long History of Expelling Immigrants, by Adam Goodman. Princeton University Press. 336 pages. $29.95. What we imagine when we think of deportation proceedings, if we ...

In Gaza City, more than 6,000 people are now homeless after a single day of Israeli air strikes; in Guantánamo Bay, Cuba, the McDonald’s and American flags were lowered to half-mast after Charlie Kirk ...

In May 2019, the German Bundestag passed a resolution declaring the Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions movement anti-Semitic. According to the text, the movement’s call to withhold economic support ...

After the tumult of the 2008 financial crisis, the investor Bill Gross, known as “The Bond King,” was ill at ease. He’d bet on the government and against the housing market. In doing so, he made a ...

The bus bumps onto the dark highway. It is almost as cold inside as out, and the windows are already icing over from our breath. Our guide is Céline, a petite Frenchwoman. “We have clouds tonight,” ...

Indigenous Continent: The Epic Contest for North America, by Pekka Hämäläinen. Liveright. 576 pages. $40. In the 1630s, the powerful Pequot Confederacy of southern New England found itself beset by ...

EXT. 8TH STREET—LATE AFTERNOON (C. 1959). CAMERA IN NONSTOP MOTION is on the shoulder of a young man, late teens, intently walking west on a busy Greenwich Village thoroughfare. Under one arm, he’s ...

Three springs ago, I lost the better part of my mind. I remember it starting with my feet. I woke up one February morning in the South Bronx apartment I’d just moved into with my husband, and my feet ...

I went to the American Academy of Arts and Letters in 2005 because I’d won a writing prize, and with that prize came an invitation to a luncheon and awards ceremony. Each honoree was allowed to bring ...