Magazine | 10:50 pm | December 16, 2011 | By Aaron Gertler

The Critic Who Played With Fire


Stieg Larsson’s “Millennium Trilogy” is often boring. At times, it’s also overlong, confusing, improbable and if not butchered in translation, certainly not enlivened by it. But I devoured The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and the novels that followed just the same and would recommend them to any friend who asked. The same goes for »

Magazine | 8:31 pm | December 1, 2011 | By Arielle Stambler

When Inspiration Strikes


You know the situation: your big essay is due tomorrow, and you still haven’t started it. Sure, you have done some planning, some brainstorming, found some quotes to include, but the actual writing of the essay has not yet begun. It’s fine, you tell yourself. If you have done the planning, the essay will practically »

Magazine | 10:41 am | November 15, 2011 | By Ike Swetlitz

NPR producer “Considers” things

Public radio producer Graham Smith gave a Master’s Tea in Calhoun Monday, describing his journalism experience and his time reporting in Iraq.

Graham Smith, a senior producer for NPR’s All Things Considered, had a lot to share with the students who attended Monday’s Master’s Tea in Calhoun College. Instead of summarizing the talk, I’m going to follow Smith’s own method for putting together an episode of the show: “It’s called All Things Considered but we don’t really »

Magazine | 2:34 pm | November 14, 2011 | By Lauren Oyler

What Being Edited Feels Like

This is what all editing looks like.

One of my favorite things about the writing process is that, in the end, it’s all about solving problems. As someone who achieved moderate success with high school level math, I’m not surprised that I’m halfway decent at solving the problem of changing other people’s long, oddly worded sentences into coherent nuggets of meaning. Being »

Magazine | 11:13 pm | November 10, 2011 | By Tao Tao Holmes

We all run wrong

Running barefoot is probably better than running in high heels.

So I run wrong. I got it. And the more I run, the worse it’s gonna get – the more I’m going to kill my joints, the creakier I’ll be in twenty years, the more worthless pairs of shiny, aesthetically divine sneakers I’m going to pay money to hurt me. I wish you’d told me »