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Doin’ It Live

Some of us seem to have our futures mapped out to a T, from the high-profile internship we’ll take after graduation to the suburban condo where we’ll raise our first yellow lab. But this summer, I didn’t have time to rehearse.

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June 15, 1936

Billy stands in the stern, chin tilted upward and twenty-gauge at his feet, dipping that pole into the night water like a gondolier and pulling us along in rhythm. My arm muscles are getting sore as I steady the sides so that the boat doesn’t tip us over into the swamp like it did last week; my legs stretch out and brace the gunwales, my feet lie in the caked mud that crumbles off Billy’s boots.

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Cinquains

__Rooms Full of Pottery Make Me Want to Smash Things__

Nervous,
(as I am in
china shops,) when you place
your hand on my back, saying, “I
am Here.”

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An Interview with Sara Marcus

Sara Marcus is a graduate student in the English department and a preceptor for ENG 351, American Literature: 1865-1930.

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Radio Killed the Hockey Star

Flanked by two shaven-headed handlers, Martin Brodeur sat at a rickety wooden table that looked slightly too small to be comfortable in a bookstore that has long since been put out business. Outside the store, devoted fans lined up for yards, standing in concentric loops in an adjacent strip mall, chattering excitedly or fidgeting with their fans’ jerseys—this was before smartphones dulled the pain of waiting on a line.

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Straight Talk About Queer Clergy

This year, for the High Holidays and Gay Pride Week, I went to church. Last week, two of the most notable American Christians spoke at Princeton: Harvard’s chaplain Peter Gomes and George Weigel, perhaps the preeminent Catholic intellectual in America. … Read More

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Elegy for St. Britney Shorn

Maidens yet unyoked shall shear their hair for you when they wed, and through ages long shall reap the great morning of your tears.” – Euripides Who would not sing for Britney? She knew herself to sing! If not to … Read More

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Nass Recommends: Harvester (1996)

The year is 1996, and video games are turning the children into serial killers, Satanists, and sexual deviants. Enter Harvester, an obscure FMV title developed by DigiFX, which joins a long list of defunct adventure game studios from the 90s. … Read More

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Breakout – Full Design

This week, the Nass celebrates Women*s History Month with a series of brilliant, probing, and devastating pieces by and about women* of all kinds.

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*Bright Star* starring John Keats

*Bright Star* starring John Keats
John Keats rests his head as angular
as two racially white blades of hay.

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David Denby Is A Sad, Sad Man

For the past five or six years, I’ve been a fairly regular reader of the film criticism of David Denby, which appears in the column “Current Cinema” in the final pages of every other issue of The New Yorker. Denby’s … Read More

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This Just In From Hollywood

When a movie really does what it’s supposed to, when it makes you want to stay in the theater and think about, discuss and absorb what you just saw on the screen, it can be an experience like no other. This is not to say that it is better than reading an excellent book, discovering an extraordinary album, or seeing a breathtaking theatrical production, for each of these things can shake you to your core in their own unique ways. But when you witness the birth of a truly amazing film, when you sit in the dark and realize that what you are seeing has managed to do almost everything right, these moments are ones to be cherished, and Martin Scorsese has given the public more of them than any other American director of his generation.

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