Nass Recommends: Turandot
“I wasn’t aware that an opera house had nosebleeds, but here was my introduction. My eye was trained on that little screen for longer than the stage.”
Mom and Dad are Splitting Up: Full Design
The Nass goes to the opera, joins crew, and participates in other mildly psychosexual activities.
I Sit, Soulless
“The East Coast rain—an element that had nourished my roots and sprung me into being—suddenly felt heavy. I was no longer wet behind the ears.”
Rock Stacking and Doom Scrolling, On Repeat
A Nass contributor evades the limits of time, on a remote sandbar in Maine and on YouTube Shorts.
Jennifer Weiner’s Roots in the Nass
A New York Times Bestselling author shares how the Nass’s spirit of journalistic curiosity accelerated her creative practice
Dead Phone
People in the New Jersey Transit Newark Liberty International Airport Train Station bound for New York City: A man with blood on his face drinking Starbucks and A woman asking Starbucks blood man which side goes to Penn Station, swinging a Louis Vuitton bag with a supremely veined hand in front of A woman with […]
Nass Dispatch: Rowing Camp Chronicles
A Nass editor abroad reflects on a decidedly unNass-like pastime.
The Joke
“Duty spun at the center of Dan’s being. In ancient times, he would have carried Juno across the river, and parted the seas if it meant that one girl with chemically shedding blonde hair would get to live out a childish marriage fantasy.”
Letter from the Editor
One sad thing about the Letter From the Editor as form is that I never receive a reply. So I’ve begun constructing the image of a child-sized, glow-in-the-dark reader in my head. Importantly, this patient reader has a mouth, and sometimes, we buck this whole epistolary exchange and talk to each other like guys. Face […]