This Week's Verbatim

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Sly and his Family Ride Again

Porter White

Sly Stone, swooping out of history like a glittery geriatric pterodactyl, gave his first public performance in nineteen years at the sometimes-luscious 48th Grammys, on this past Wednesday.
He was a sight, even a specter of soul. One of his hands was wrapped in white gauze as it massaged, most ...

The Final Countdown

Staff

I love this show as much as FOX hates it, which is a lot. I mean, running the last four new episodes all at once, up against the opening ceremonies of the OLYMPICS?!

Why I'll Wait for the Movie

Freddie Lafemina

I was supposed to write a review for Norah Vincent’s new book, Self-Made Man but I decided not to for a very simple reason: Books are stupid. Despite efforts in the past ten years to make books more like movies, they are still held back by their least attractive ...

Don’t Wait for Godot

Max Kenneth

What a supremely difficult task it would be to make Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot a theatrical catastrophe given the rich nature of the existentialism, the slap-stick comedy, the downright absurdism.
That said, what a trying undertaking it is to do complete justice to the text of Beckett’s ...

Burn, Denmark, Burn

Dave Cape

When was the last time Denmark did something to piss you off? What about Hamlet’s homeland really grinds your gears? Personally, Sweyn Forkbeard’s invasion of England in the eleventh century pains me still, as if it happened yesterday.

Lone Star Gracchi

Colin Pfeiffer

“Although neither of us is particularly loud, I guess you could say I’ve always been a little bit more introverted, a little quieter,” Castro said, describing his relationship with his twin brother, Joaquin. “But Joaquin and I have different ideas about politics and how to serve the people. I felt that I could help more people on a day-to-day basis in the city government. And so,” he finished, a quiet determination in his voice. “Here I am.”

Norah Vincent

Pseudonymous McLevians

My first internet date was with a right-wing lesbian -- evidence that for grad students, the Princeton dating scene is indeed wretched.

Is Feminism Finished?

Katherine Reilly

Betty Friedan and Wendy Wasserstein died five days apart. The conventional wisdom is that feminism is dead, and reading their obituaries, it felt true. Friedan built a movement of her friends and neighbors, changing everything they knew about the world of women. Wasserstein wrote eloquently about the choices and challenges ...