The weekly supplement for extra goodies. Articles: What Happens When We Donât Know AnythingWe live in the most information-saturated era in human history, and yet a growing number of people feel like the answers to their questions have never been farther away. We are drowning in content but
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The novel is, in its bones, an act of insistence: this person existed, this is what it felt like from the inside, you will not be allowed to reduce this to an epidemic statistic.
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We come to Il nome della rosa in 1980 expecting, on the cover's promise, a medieval murder mystery. We get one, and a fine one, with seven dead monks and a Franciscan detective and a great deal of Aristotle. But the book's engine is not the murders.
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An asymmetric comparison of Camilo JosĂŠ Cela's La familia de Pascual Duarte and Layla MartĂnez's Carcoma (2021).
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MartĂnez's house does not haunt. It accounts.
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What I found in this book, and was not quite expecting, is that the question of margin and norm is not posed abstractly. It is posed through the body.
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Every Sidecar mixed to Meier's specifications is a kind of unconscious memorial to the fact that beauty has no politics, or rather that it is indifferent to them, and this indifference has always been beauty's most troubling quality.
When AI Stopped Waiting for Instructions
We are transitioning, with breathtaking and heartbreaking speed, from a species that contemplates to a species that merely processes.
A Journey Through Stone and Self
An Architecture of Voluntary Captivity in the Digital Age
Own Your Orbit
La Straniera is not a linear memoir of migration, but a constellation of scenes where language fails, doubles back, or invents itself on the spot.
When AI Stopped Waiting for Instructions
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We are transitioning, with breathtaking and heartbreaking speed, from a species that contemplates to a species that merely processes.
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Elegant, resilient, scarred by time and conflict, yet still standing.
Reflections on BenjamĂn Labatut's 'When We Cease to Understand the World'
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A Journey Through Stone and Self
A work of such unflinching honesty, such controlled fury, that reading it feels less like turning pages and more like bearing witness to an exorcism.
In the words that Jean-Baptiste Andrea has given us through Mimo and Viola, we find an invitation to examine how we watch over those we love, and how, in turn, we allow ourselves to be watched overâseen, protected, and celebrated despite our imperfections.