French AB: Can I disassociate with you?
COS BSE: I have school.

“This summer I’m remembering how real my flesh is. When I was a kid everything was tactile and I just wanted sugar and didn’t think abstractly.”
My summer vacation felt like a body. Mine felt like a river. It’s generally useful to build up a number of unreasonably applicable metaphors that seem to withdraw profundity from just about everything. It’s the only way you’ll produce what we could call meaning from something as acrid and mercurial as summer. You can best…

A much celebrated and reviled Nass tradition. To telescope, writers write a brief 300 word piece on a theme (this year, “melt”). Then, a 150 word piece. Then, 75 words. Then, 37 and a half. You’ll see.


A Nass alum on the late-night, wine-fueled energies that continue to power the magazine

A Second Look contributor profiles an English professor who really needs no introduction

“Don’t you think that things can be made special by being indescribable? That there’s a certain divinity in that?”

A Nass Contributor, who does not speak French, attends this year’s screenings

One or several elephants: this final issue’s back cover, which looks like a full-page ad for PNC bank because it is. We’d ask that you hereafter refrain from calling The Nass anything other than PNC Bank Presents the Nassau Weekly. The following is an abridged version of the toast I planned on delivering at the…

“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.”


A series of anecdotal WhatsApp messages from a Nass editor’s grandfather–he just got new hearing aids

The Nass’s first non-English drama: a ghostly Parisian dialogue

“Then salt and pepper. More than you think, because you never add a sufficient amount. Maybe because you are afraid.”
French AB: Can I disassociate with you?
COS BSE: I have school.