The Nass was founded in 1979 by a couple guys who still answer our emails and one guy who doesn’t. It makes a nice story that the magazine was created as a reaction to the countercultural wave breaking against Las Vegas. Maybe–these guys said–we can scrape together what’s left and hold this animating energy in our hands. Then, we can put it in a filing cabinet, so other people can also hold it down the line.
But four years after the American exit from Saigon? Sure. Whatever you say.
I had a dream that it rained for two million triassic years, and we called it April. Ferns grew as big as lifted pickups. The Nass, at present, occupies a small room in the basement of Bloomberg, and in the dream, it flooded. All the archives melted into a pulpy soup of poorly written cultural commentary. We were adrift. We had no history anymore.
Every tragedy evokes a sort of limp catharsis as if, crotch-deep in these flood waters, you had pissed yourself. And what a tragedy. To leave the materials soggy and illegible behind you.
Dear god–the one in heaven–please cast down that deluge. Bring it upon us. Flush out the filing cabinets of the Nassau Weekly, and let us ride atop a high and beautiful wave of our own design.
A Nass writer says it like he means it with his fists for once
By Otto Eiben
The Nass doesn’t have the time/space for introductions, so, this week, we get right into it.
Intimate silences and expository behavior in a hit Hulu series
By Annie Wang
“He noticed his own language was becoming violently metaphoric. The unseen power of this landscape awakened his mind to un-apprehended combinations of thoughts.”
By Kelsey Wang
A team of two sisters offers up authentic Thai cuisine for the chilly spring weather
By Dana Serea
An alum reflects on the Nass before the Nass: a Holder-based pilot mag called Friday
By Jonathan Dolce, Marc Fisher ‘80
“Perhaps days are too long for me. I must change the scale of memory. I’ll try writing in hours and minutes.”
By Ayse Basak Ersoy
Today, the forecast in Avernus: heavy fog; flash flood warnings; rising tides from the River Cocytus and Acheron. “New at 11, we’ll see that despite our individual attempts at self-control, lamenting and sorrow will continue spilling into the future,” the weatherman drones, and haunted, I think of those ghosts with clipped wings clicking their […]
By Michelle Ho
A Nass writer beams 24 thoughts straight from his brain to yours
By Alex Picoult
“I did not understand the sentiment of a chapter. Life had only been one chapter. I thought life would only be one chapter.”
By Sasha Rotko
