The Nass goes globe-trotting, and we have just the best time.
If You Have a Passport, Bless It
“Suddenly, I was back, surrounded by my classmates again. Curious to know why it had taken me so much longer than everyone else, they swarmed me with questions. I lied.”
The International Issue: Full Design
The Nass goes globe-trotting, and we have just the best time
Gigi’s Tweets
A series of anecdotal WhatsApp messages from a Nass editor’s grandfather–he just got new hearing aids
Morte à Morte au Cimetière du Père-Lachaise
The Nass’s first non-English drama: a ghostly Parisian dialogue
Beet Blood
“Then salt and pepper. More than you think, because you never add a sufficient amount. Maybe because you are afraid.”
Cheap Bags, Cheap Words
Reflections on abrasive, racialized language on the Spanish coast
Princeton’s Mediterranean Mosaic Hunt
In the 1930s, Princeton ran its own ‘grand’ colonial excavation in the Near East. What happened next?
Lebensmittel
“Ha! You’ve done it! He’s clueless, blissfully unaware that you’re American, that you call the metro a Subway and practiced active-shooter drills in middle school.”
It’s in Your Body
“Regardless of race, Americanness is still in your body. I can’t spot the distinction as well as, say, the Dominican-born jewelry vendor who could tell that my immigrant father was American. But I’ve seen some differences.”
Bienvenidos (go home)
The pilot gave all of the instructions twice, once in English and once in Spanish. I had never heard “amarre el cinturón de seguridad” from that crackling airplane speaker. It was so much like just flying to a different state, but it was something new once I looked down at the bright blue ocean. […]
Opera-Italian
“I speak a sort of poetic Italian and German,” I tell people. “I could tell you the word for ‘woman’ or ‘flower’ or ‘moon’ (the classic subjects of opera and art song) but not ask you for the check.”