One of my favorite pieces of writing that I’ve ever read is “Pafko at the Wall,” a novella by Don DeLillo that also serves as the opening to his massive novel Underworld. The story is about “The Shot Heard ‘round the World,” New York Giants outfielder Bobby Thompson’s ...

Garfield is a terrible comic. I hate to say it, but there's no two ways around it. Whatever pep, zang, or originality the comic may have had at its inception has long since been drained over its twenty-two year continuing run. The sad fact is that nobody, not even ...

Editor’s Note: The Nass dispatched Ben Taub to investigate a strange trend among the freshman class. He decided to term this peculiar sociological phenomenon a “fiefdom,” alluding to its similarities with the feudal system of medieval times. This is the story of one fiefdom, known as Club 125.

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Down there, by
the Old Red River

While walking behind Nassau Hall, I saw a single piece of paper fall from a second-floor window above me. It started towards the ground slowly, and I watched as torrents of air swept the paper left and right and up and down. It was like a paper ballet, choreographed and ...

Unless you have been living under a rock for the past two weeks, you know about the mass demonstrations in Egypt, Mubarak’s decision to turn off the internet in order to stop Twitter (sorry Kanye, revolution is  #thebestthingevertweeted), how Anderson Cooper got assaulted, and how Cairo has become like ...

Egypt is the place to be right now. Personally, I don’t want to be there, but it is certainly the best place to be. I am jealous of those who are there right now. Before I explain why, a little background:

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Owl City: Could It Happen?

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Dear Readers,

Dear Readers and Non-Readers Alike,

Dear Readers,
How pleased we are to have you! Come, come. Feel our warm, papery embrace. It is cozy in here, whether you use our pages for pleasure, insulation, or as toilet paper.

Dear Reader,

Dear Readers,

‘Reading,’ as describing a certain activity of eye-sliding-over-page, with eye recognizing ink blobs corresponding (by means of whatever neural calculus) either (1) to something like second-order phonemes, and therefore to certain aural centers and therefore to speech-parts of the brain, which ‘articulate’ meaning to other parts, or (2) to something like second-order morphemes, and therefore to certain visual centers, and therefore to picture-parts of the brains, which ‘project’ meanings to other parts, or (3) to some combination of (1) and (2)[1]—well, ignore that or bracket it, because I have 1,000 words and a little over, say, ten minutes to argue for long and arduous works of literature, their import and glory—and, specifically, for the particularly long and particularly arduous recent novels of Roberto Bolaño and David Foster Wallace.

This continues a series of interviews with the paper's founders conducted to mark thirty years of the Nass.