German Military Cemetery, Normandy

What Price Normandy?

Back in New York and digesting the five glorious days I spent in Normandy. What was the fighting all about, you may ask: Was it about equality, cultural diversity, man’s ...

We’re All Communists Now

Apparently, I’m not controversial enough. So get your teeth into this: Communism did some good. Not the starvation, massacres, and bad plumbing. Nor the chronically ...

In Defense of Degeneracy

How long have I been asleep that I woke up and suddenly the Alt-Right wants to go full Amish? When did they lose their sense of humor and get so frickin’ uptight? When did their ...

Letters

Can a Pope Change Moral Truth? I did Infectious Diseases for a career during which I shepherded many a gay man to a death due to AIDS. These men are wired differently; their ...

Colin Kaepernick

The Week That Perished

The Week’s Most Boring, Soaring, and Adoring Headlines CENSUS: NEARLY A QUARTER OF AMERICANS OVER AGE FIVE DON’T SPEAK ENGLISH AT HOME If you count the illegal aliens who come ...

Bertrand Cantat

From the Cell to the Stage

Concerts by a singer called Bertrand Cantat in Paris were canceled recently because the organizers said they could not guarantee the maintenance of public order at them. Whether ...

Pegasus Bridge, Normandy

Café Dispatches

PEGASUS BRIDGE, NORMANDY—We’re taking morning coffee at the Gondree Café (skirting “THE” bridge), still owned by Arlette Gondree, whose family owned it on D-day. She was ...

Un-weaving the Intellectual Dark Web

You are not where you think you are, reading this: not at home, nor on your yacht, nor hiding from the law in some overripe equatorial dump. Unfurling the crisp pages of Takimag ...

Diversity Comes for Science

Having given free rein to our essentially affective or irrational nature—a nature that, in their pride, many don’t want to recognize—we have entered an age of secular ...

My Name Is Joe Bob, and I’m an English Major

JUPITER, Fla.—I feel like I need to confess my addiction, like a newbie in a 12-step program. My name is Joe Bob, and I’m an English major. I’m not asking for your pity. ...

Tiger Woods

The Tiger Mother’s Son

A year ago, after a decade of worsening pain from swinging hard since infancy, Tiger Woods, perhaps the highest-paid athlete in history, appeared headed for the same fate as ...

Letters

Occam’s Condom I’m a single black woman who lives in LA County. I’ve beaten the STD odds across the board—meaning none—using a very simple method: ...

The Week That Perished

The Week’s Most Alien, Mammalian, and Sesquipedalian Headlines BLACK WRITER SETS ODDS ON WHEN TRUMP WILL FINALLY SAY THE “N-WORD” Michael Harriot is a black man who writes ...

Jot This Down

In Chekhov’s The Seagull, there is a character called Trigorin. He is a writer (a good writer, he thinks his epitaph will say, but not as good as Turgenev) who has always a ...

Omaha Beach, Normandy

No Day at the Beach

OMAHA BEACH, NORMANDY—I am standing in a German cement bunker, having walked through a large gaping hole caused by an incoming shell that must have instantly killed the handful ...

Buffalo Bill

The Gloom and Doom Generation

WEST ORANGE, N.J.—When I was a young man, and the editor, or the producer, or the executive, would tell me that he was about to censor me, the reason was always, “Your ...


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