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Letter from the Editors
This week, the Nass sheds its navel-gazing literary skin and reveals a journalistic underbelly. We are thrilled to present to you the launch issue of Second Look, the Nassau Weekly’s latest venture. The Second Look section brings the Nass longform, journalistic pieces focused on investigating power: the forms it takes, the ideas it harnesses,…
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The Children’s Book That Hurt Me Most: Three Experts Discuss
A Nass writer seeks closure for Each Kindness, a children’s book without a resolution.
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Orange Juice 1989
“Orange-wet fingers and the acid is on her eyes, on her cheeks, running down with the tears and cheap makeup. My father reaches toward her—she is wearing a black silk headband, and he tries to pull it from her hair to wipe her eyes. She yells at him in Greek and he retracts.”
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Behind the VHS, Betacam, and GoPro: Ivar Murd and his Production of Cult Music Documentary u.Q.
A writer visits the New York Baltic Film Festival and delves into the world of the late Estonian music star Uku Kuut, as captured on film.
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We Added 200 Strangers on BeReal, and We’re Never Opening the App Again
“Hypothesis: people our age around the world are alone during a significant portion of their waking hours. And hypothetically, BeReal is the perfect observational device.”
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Telescoping Echo
To telescope, we begin with 300 words, then slice the word count in half for each successive section. We stop when the numbers stop dividing evenly. This week, eight Nass writers telescope the word “echo” (echo, echo). Lucia Brown At some point, the wrought iron fence that trapped the house disappeared, leaving behind a crumbling…
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Translating an International Sensation: Norway’s SKAM and the Fan Translators Who Made It Happen
An interview with the Québécois translator behind a francophone fan-base.
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Resolves
“The last time my dad broke in, he took a key to the bathroom screen. It still flaps in heavy wind.”
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Gingko Leaves
“All / Cicero said we need is a library and a garden, so I’ll keep / little brown pots on the windowsills.”