September 8 – 12, 2025
- The transgressive legacy of Christopher Marlowe
- The professional costs of criticizing the Trump administration
- On the presence of ICE in Harlan County, Kentucky
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“The Factory is still deserted. I’m a small body in a large building. My hands are unwrapped now. I thought it was worse. These are just beer-filled blisters.”
“It had been a year now since, in breaking things off, I had declined the choice made for me by my mother before her death; as she had been doing every two months, however, Michèle had called, and we were supposed to see each other that Wednesday, December 17.”