The market is huge and about to get much bigger—so why have high-end design companies almost entirely ignored people with disabilities and demand for a next generation wheelchair?
Physicists at MIT may or may not be considering the possibility that the universe is conspiring against their research. If that’s the case, literature—particularly literature in the face of totalitarianism—holds lessons on how to proceed.
Victim in Pain, the debut album by New York’s Agnostic Front, turns 30 this year. At just over 15 minutes, it’s the perfect product of a fraught time and perilous place—an essential document of a Lower East Side that is, for better or worse, unrecognizable today.
The middle class is shrinking. As the Internet has wildly expanded our options, it has, paradoxically, shrunk our horizons: as thinkers like Astra Taylor, author of The People’s Platform, warn, a generic set of crowd-pleasing blockbusters dominates more than ever.
At this Sunday’s Academy Awards, Pharrell could become the first musician to win an Oscar for Best Original Song while atop the Billboard charts. The Academy and the People tend to diverge on greatness in music—whose taste is superior? We investigate.
From the ongoing series Tabloid Fiction—in which an author chooses from the trashiest, most lurid, or just bizarre stories of the moment and writes a short story inspired by same. The following is a work of fiction.
The Russian-American journalist talks to Hazlitt about her new book, Words Will Break Cement: The Passion of Pussy Riot, and the perils of resistance in Vladimir Putin’s Russia.
Every week Carl Wilson looks at the events of the past seven days in the mirror of art and culture. This week: psychic animals.
However you felt about the film Manhattan, Lolita—and the spectre of Humbert Humbert—helps us figure out the relationship between Woody Allen the Artist, Woody Allen the Character, and Woody Allen the Potential Child Molester.
Wherein Sholem celebrates Hanukkah, gets stoned, and pulls off the impossible.
The tragicomic novelist—now memoirist—talks about his father’s harrowing upbringing, the value of asthma, modern threats to reading culture, and what he really thinks of Canadian writers.
Most aspiring scribes don’t dream of writing, say, the novel version of Man of Steel, any more than movie buffs dream of reading it. But the best novelizers in the game can speak to the art of translating a film into a new medium, and fan boys can speak to the fruits of their efforts.
The surveillance state reassures us that we’re all just the haystack—only the needles need worry. But what will CSEC do with all that hay? Javier Marías’ Your Face Tomorrow: Fever and Spear provides some clues.
Remembering one of the masters of the modern short story, who died today at the age of 91. The author recounts the lessons he learned from his all too brief run-ins with the expatriate Canadian writer.
In The News: A User’s Manual, Alain de Botton argues that more sensitive portrayals of criminals would lead to greater empathy. But news media doesn’t completely refrain from humanizing criminals—it just depends on their skin colour.
Every weekend Carl Wilson looks at the events of the past seven days in the mirror of art and culture. This week: extreme weather everywhere and a little help getting through it.
The ongoing conversation about whether protagonists ought to be likeable reveals how shallow the quality is in the first place.
Kim Adams’ Bruegel-Bosch Bus feels like an exploded toy chest—a sculpture set in an old Volkswagen, stuffed with action figures and other nostalgic ephemera. If it seems like Adams—the subject of a new Art Gallery of Hamilton retrospective—is playing … well, good.
On the occasion of the 2014 Winter Olympics, we present this excerpt from Claire Battershill’s forthcoming collection of short fiction, Circus. The story of one man’s life in luge.
Before World War I, many believed that the end of war was as a “mathematical certainty.” Today, we laugh ruefully at such sentiments. But if peace is not a guarantee, there’s a good reason for pacifism to lower its sights.