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Time Regained!

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/xLMlWUUJWMA/</link><description>James Gleick
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      Time Reborn: From the Crisis in Physics to the Future of the Universe
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      &lt;p&gt;We say that time &lt;i&gt;passes&lt;/i&gt;, time &lt;i&gt;goes by&lt;/i&gt;, and time &lt;i&gt;flows&lt;/i&gt;. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist. If time is like a river, are we standing on the bank watching, or are we bobbing along? It might be better merely to say that things happen, things change, and &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; is our name for the reference frame in which we organize our sense that one thing comes before another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/xLMlWUUJWMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">James Gleick</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 19:00:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/time-regained/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/time-regained/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Ibsen’s Broken Homes

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/zlocXxXsJMM/</link><description>Martin Filler
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      &lt;p&gt;The fact that many architects seem compelled to seduce and dominate those around them—whether patrons, junior partners, paramours, or some combination thereof—has been part of the popular image of the profession for much of the past century. The highly publicized extramarital-sex-and-murder scandals that embroiled Stanford White and Frank Lloyd Wright during the early 1900s ushered in an age when master builders began to comport themselves more like freewheeling Romantic artists than exacting Medieval masons. Henrik Ibsen had already anticipated these issues in his 1892 play &lt;em&gt;The Master Builder&lt;/em&gt;, an architecturally themed drama currently being given a revival at the Brooklyn Academy of Music’s Harvey Theater.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/zlocXxXsJMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Martin Filler</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 15:30:39 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/22/ibsens-broken-homes/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/22/ibsens-broken-homes/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

A Light in the Dark

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/68Pi7RZQmqs/</link><description>Nathaniel Rich
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      &lt;p&gt;The great Northeast Blackout of August 2003 passed without Robert Silvers’s notice—or at least without him giving the impression of noticing. While I and the other assistants, racing to the windows to see what was happening outside, frantically speculated about terrorist attacks, Bob sat at his desk, resolutely editing a manuscript about Mesopotamian art of the third millennium BC. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/68Pi7RZQmqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Nathaniel Rich</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 14:55:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/50-years/2013/may/22/a-light-in-the-dark/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/50-years/2013/may/22/a-light-in-the-dark/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

The Saga of the Flaming Zucchini

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/2m_rBHwtBZA/</link><description>Jenny Uglow
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      Consider the Fork: A History of How We Cook and Eat
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      &lt;p&gt;Bee Wilson’s &lt;i&gt;Consider the Fork: A History of How We Cook and Eat&lt;/i&gt; combines a passionate gathering of information, diligently communicated, and an amused realism that brings us safely down to earth. Tirelessly, Wilson narrates many instances of scientists and engineers, often in cahoots with big business, setting out to solve kitchen problems, especially in inventing modern labor-saving devices like beaters and blenders. “What tulips were to Holland in the 1630s and Internet startups were to Seattle in the 1990s, eggbeaters were to the East Coast of the United States in the 1870s, 1880s, and 1890s,” Wilson says.&lt;/p&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/2m_rBHwtBZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jenny Uglow</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 17:00:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/saga-flaming-zucchini/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/saga-flaming-zucchini/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Dürer's Devil Within

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/CqSjSrcgw1k/</link><description>Andrew Butterfield
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      &lt;p&gt;In the summer of 1494, soon after his engagement, Albrecht Dürer made a startlingly intimate drawing of his fiancée Agnes Frey. One might have expected a twenty-three-year-old to depict his betrothed as a source of love, or comfort or well-being. Instead, Albrecht showed Agnes twisted up in a knot of anxious introversion. In its frank portrayal of an informal moment of unguarded emotion, there had never been a drawing quite like this before. Typically portraiture was honorific and meant to represent the exemplary virtues of the person shown; Dürer instead often sought to capture the idiosyncratic and psychological characteristics of the people he portrayed. He was fascinated with the close scrutiny of dark and brooding emotion. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/CqSjSrcgw1k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Andrew Butterfield</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 16:52:31 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/20/durer-devil-within/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/20/durer-devil-within/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Ruthless Iran: Can a Deal Be Made?

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/3xAHQd1dskI/</link><description>Roger Cohen
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      Going to Tehran: Why the United States Must Come to Terms with the Islamic Republic of Iran
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      &lt;p&gt;Flynt and Hillary Mann Leverett are unusual among former staffers of the &lt;acronym&gt;CIA&lt;/acronym&gt;, the State Department, and the National Security Council in their deep affection for the Islamic Republic of Iran. This attraction, which knows few bounds, finds its apotheosis in &lt;i&gt;Going to Tehran&lt;/i&gt;. Their stated goal is “the most objective analysis of Iranian politics.” Yet they find that Iran embraces, “more fully and openly than Turkey, the project of building a state that is simultaneously Islamic and democratic.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/3xAHQd1dskI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Roger Cohen</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 16:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/ruthless-iran-can-deal-be-made/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/ruthless-iran-can-deal-be-made/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Why Obama Is Not Nixon

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/BzVH9VjQaNI/</link><description>Elizabeth Drew
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      &lt;p&gt;References to Watergate, impeachment, even Richard Nixon, are being tossed around these days as if they were analogous to the current so-called scandals. But the furors over the &lt;acronym&gt;IRS&lt;/acronym&gt;, Benghazi, and the Justice Department’s sweeping investigation of the Associated Press, don’t begin to rise&amp;#8212;or sink&amp;#8212;to that level. The wise and pithy Matt Dowd, a former Republican operative, said recently, “We rush to scandal before we settle on stupidity.” Washington just loves scandals; they’re ever so much more exciting than the daily grind of legislation&amp;#8212;if there is any&amp;#8212;and the tit-for-tat between the president and the congressional Republicans over the budget was becoming tedious. Faux outrage is a specialty here.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/BzVH9VjQaNI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Elizabeth Drew</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 10:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/18/why-obama-is-not-nixon/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/18/why-obama-is-not-nixon/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Is Humbert Humbert Jewish?

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/thMRjEJcHyI/</link><description>Mark Ford
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      The Secret History of Vladimir Nabokov
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      by Andrea Pitzer
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      The Tragedy of Mister Morn
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      by Vladimir Nabokov, translated from the Russian by Thomas Karshan and Anastasia Tolstoy
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      Selected Poems
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      Stalking Nabokov: Selected Essays
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      &lt;p&gt;Nabokov’s conception of the artist as quasi-divine inventor means that—as is the case with one of his great heroes, James Joyce—critics tend to find themselves in the role of enchanted hunters looking for clues and connections, spotting recondite allusions, praising the novels’ elaborate artistry, or elucidating labyrinthine patterns. It would take a bold critic to read such a dazzling, seemingly omniscient, and utterly self-conscious oeuvre as depicting the bars of Nabokov’s own cage. Andrea Pitzer doesn’t, perhaps, go quite that far, but she does invite us to step back a little and ponder the oddness of the relationship Nabokov’s writings create between the fictive and the historical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/thMRjEJcHyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Mark Ford</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 10:45:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/is-humbert-humbert-jewish/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/is-humbert-humbert-jewish/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

What Is Autism?

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/Zaw3MVwORHU/</link><description>Jerome Groopman
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      The Autistic Brain: Thinking Across the Spectrum
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      &lt;p&gt;I never learned to type. The best I can do is hunt and peck with two fingers while looking at the keyboard. Instead of touch-typing, I was taught how to work with metal: shape flashings, solder wires, drill into tin. My fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. L., divided the class into those able to undertake a so-called “academic curriculum” and ultimately attend college, and those like me, only fit for vocational training, destined to work in factories or repair shops. Mrs. L. made clear to us what marked a promising student: neat penmanship, proper posture, and sharp attention to her lessons. It did not take her long to conclude that I lacked all of these indicators.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/Zaw3MVwORHU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jerome Groopman</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 19:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/what-is-autism/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/what-is-autism/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

How to Succeed in Business

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/DwCV9V_ooAI/</link><description>Anne Applebaum
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      Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead
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      The End of Men and the Rise of Women
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      &lt;p&gt;Sheryl Sandberg is disinclined to talk about luck, and this makes sense: If that’s all it was, then what lessons can she sell to women in &lt;i&gt;Lean In&lt;/i&gt;? What will women talk about at &lt;i&gt;Lean In&lt;/i&gt; circles? What will they write on the &lt;i&gt;Lean In&lt;/i&gt; Facebook page? Her lack of interest in the mechanics of her own career is equally understandable. One can quite see that “Be dishonest about your working hours” or “Be at the right place at the right time” doesn’t have the same ring as “Opportunities are rarely offered; they’re seized.” That sort of advice wouldn’t have made this book into a best seller.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/DwCV9V_ooAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Anne Applebaum</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 12:15:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/sheryl-sandberg-how-succeed-business/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/sheryl-sandberg-how-succeed-business/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Mandela &amp;#38; Communism: An Exchange

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/X6Lkr1EAh2E/</link><description>Rian Malan and Paul Trewhela, reply by Bill Keller
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      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the Editors&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed Bill Keller’s review of my scribblings [“The Heretic,” &lt;i&gt;NYR&lt;/i&gt;, March 21] but must take issue with his view of the tiny but hugely influential South African Communist Party (SACP). “Most&amp;#8230;members weren’t all that Communist,” writes Keller, seemingly wishing to impute that our Reds were only pretending to believe in the totalitarian Soviet ideal. I’m afraid Mr. Keller is wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/X6Lkr1EAh2E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Bill Keller, Rian Malan, Paul Trewhela</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/mandela-communism-exchange/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/mandela-communism-exchange/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

'Beat Women': An Exchange

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/eSgOJZHeaPI/</link><description>Joyce Johnson and Lyndall Gordon, reply by Andrew O&amp;#8217;Hagan
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      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the Editors&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What is the Scottish definition of biography? I ask this because Andrew O’Hagan [“Jack Kerouac: Crossing the Line,” &lt;i&gt;NYR&lt;/i&gt;, March 21] is the second Scottish reviewer in recent months to call my book &lt;i&gt;The Voice Is All: The Lonely Victory of Jack Kerouac&lt;/i&gt; a memoir. I suppose it would be futile to point out that I end the book in 1951, six years before Kerouac entered my life, and that my research was not conducted in the bedroom but in the unsexy archives of the Berg Collection, where I tracked Jack’s most important relationship—the one he had with his work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/eSgOJZHeaPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Lyndall Gordon, Joyce Johnson, Andrew O'Hagan</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/jack-kerouac-beat-women-exchange/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/jack-kerouac-beat-women-exchange/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Can Shell Be Stopped?

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/KbDEvKPKLAY/</link><description>Subhankar Banerjee
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      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the Editors&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On February 27, just as Ian Frazier’s review of my anthology &lt;i&gt;Arctic Voices&lt;/i&gt; was being published [&lt;i&gt;NYR&lt;/i&gt;, March 7], Shell announced that after both its rigs, &lt;i&gt;Noble Discoverer&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Kulluk&lt;/i&gt;, suffered heavy damage and were cited for EPA violations, it would not drill in Alaska’s Arctic waters in 2013.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shell’s mishaps are dissuading other companies that also bought leases in Alaska’s Arctic waters ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/KbDEvKPKLAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Subhankar Banerjee</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/can-shell-be-stopped/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/can-shell-be-stopped/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Bolshevik Jazz

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/z1TMNWeIYlo/</link><description>Gregory Friedin
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      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the Editors&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I very much admired Michael Scammell’s masterful and exhaustively researched biographies, and I read with great interest his nuanced review of Douglas Smith’s &lt;i&gt;Former People: The Last Days of The Russian Aristocracy&lt;/i&gt; [&lt;i&gt;NYR&lt;/i&gt;, March 7]. All the more surprising, then, is the impression of chronological confusion conveyed in the passage dealing with the fashion for fox-trot, brought to Russia by Americans working for the American Relief Administration in 1921–1923.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/z1TMNWeIYlo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Gregory Friedin</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/bolshevik-jazz/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/bolshevik-jazz/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

'Challenge to the Church'

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/ryJRjUe9ZDg/</link><description>Garry Wills, reply by William Pfaff
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      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the Editors&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I cannot object if a person finds a book of mine too onerous or boring to read but, in that case, he should not pretend to review it, as William Pfaff did [“Challenge to the Church,” &lt;i&gt;NYR&lt;/i&gt;, May 9]. To spare himself the labor of discussing &lt;i&gt;Why Priests?&lt;/i&gt; he wanders back to things remembered from the time when he still read books. We get his views on ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/ryJRjUe9ZDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">William Pfaff, Garry Wills</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/challenge-church/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/challenge-church/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

How She Survived

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/Skb_wE3Uv7c/</link><description>David D. Hebb
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      &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the Editors&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Many thanks to Professor Robert Paxton for clarifying the question regarding the &lt;i&gt;Flandre/Maréchal Pétain/La Marseillaise&lt;/i&gt; story [“Vichy’s Ocean Liner,” Letters, &lt;i&gt;NYR&lt;/i&gt;, May 9], but there is more, I think, of interest relating to this ship.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First, it should be noted that this ship was only in small part a Vichy project. The origins of the ship go back at least to December 1938 when ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/Skb_wE3Uv7c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">David D. Hebb</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/how-she-survived/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/how-she-survived/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Andy Warhol and His Foundation: The Questions

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/mZ429-A_7DA/</link><description>Richard Dorment
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      &lt;p&gt;After Andy Warhol died in February 1987, his will directed that a foundation should be set up in his name, funded with proceeds from the sale of some 95,000 pictures, prints, sculptures, drawings, and photographs left in his estate. Warhol’s bequest made no provision for the authentication of his artwork. But in 1994 the foundation initiated work on a multivolume catalogue raisonné of Warhol’s art. In the following year the foundation’s directors set up an authentication committee to pass judgment on artworks attributed to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/mZ429-A_7DA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Richard Dorment</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 17:00:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/20/andy-warhol-foundation-questions/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/20/andy-warhol-foundation-questions/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Shooting Our Way to Safety

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/h6swsI9g_ec/</link><description>Charles Simic
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      &lt;p&gt;“How many Bostonians wished they had a gun two weeks ago?” Wayne LaPierre asked the rapt crowd at the NRA National Convention in Houston earlier this month. The huge audience of firearm enthusiasts, who call themselves “freedom’s biggest army, its greatest and brightest hope,” clapped in approval, their eyes having been just opened to how differently things would have turned out had the four million Bostonians and the marathon runners all been packing heat and had drawn their weapons and opened fire at the first sound of explosion. 
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How the Case for Austerity Has Crumbled

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/nx7deje8J10/</link><description>Paul Krugman
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      The Alchemists: Three Central Bankers and a World on Fire
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      &lt;p&gt;Austerity economics is in a very bad way. Its predictions have proved utterly wrong; its founding academic documents haven’t just lost their canonized status, they’ve become the objects of much ridicule. None of this should have come as a surprise: basic macroeconomics should have told everyone to expect what did, in fact, happen, and the papers that have now fallen into disrepute were obviously flawed from the start. This raises the obvious question: Why did austerity economics get such a powerful grip on elite opinion in the first place?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/nx7deje8J10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Paul Krugman</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 14:00:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/how-case-austerity-has-crumbled/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/how-case-austerity-has-crumbled/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Rite of Spring

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/cvuTB7EIQpU/</link><description>Christopher Benfey
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      &lt;p&gt;Margaret Fuller was known to perform the ancient form of divination in which a passage of Virgil selected at random is assumed to reveal what lies ahead. I thought I might follow Fuller’s lead, and greet the spring by serendipitously dipping into a trusted book for guidance. I determined to draw my first lot on March 21. The previous night, the equinox itself, my wife and I had heard, around midnight, a strange howling in the distance, probably a coyote, or perhaps an owl, though we both allowed ourselves to think that this was a wolf, perhaps a she-wolf, eager to found some new Rome on the outskirts of Amherst, Massachusetts.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/cvuTB7EIQpU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Christopher Benfey</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 13:52:53 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/14/benfey-rite-spring/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/14/benfey-rite-spring/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Pakistan: A New Beginning?

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/zx9eVFxgAdE/</link><description>Ahmed Rashid
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      &lt;p&gt;Although opposition leader Nawaz Sharif was favored going into Pakistan’s fraught parliamentary elections on Saturday, nobody predicted that his party would win so convincingly. The weeks leading up to the vote were marred by the worst election violence in the country’s history, combined with widespread fear that a divided electorate would fail to produce a government with sufficient clout to deal with growing intolerance, multiple insurgencies, and an imploding economy. But the strong victory by Sharif’s Pakistan Muslim League (PML) amid high voter turnout now holds the promise of greater stability—and with it the possibility that a civilian government might at last be equipped to tackle some of these challenges.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/zx9eVFxgAdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Ahmed Rashid</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 13:49:51 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/13/pakistan-new-beginning/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/13/pakistan-new-beginning/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Literary Journalism: A Discussion

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      &lt;p&gt;On April 3, 2013 &lt;i&gt;The New York Review of Books&lt;/i&gt; and the Cullman Center for Scholars &lt;span class="amp"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Writers at the New York Public Library presented a panel discussion celebrating the &lt;i&gt;Review&lt;/i&gt;’s 50th anniversary. Five regular contributors discussed their careers, their experience writing for editors Robert Silvers and Barbara Epstein, and their predictions and hopes for the future of literary journalism. We are pleased to present the excerpts below from this program.
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A Mind Among Pigs

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/woOen9Mgj9c/</link><description>Gabriel Winslow-Yost
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      &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upstream Color&lt;/em&gt;, Shane Carruth’s long-awaited second film, begins with an extended sequence of victimization, extraordinary in its deadpan brutality. A young woman (Kris, one of only two characters given real names, played by Amy Seimetz) is stun-gunned outside a bar by a deceptively pleasant-looking man, referred to in the credits as the Thief. He forces a strange grub-like creature down her throat, and she wakes up as a sort of zombie—blank, passive, absolutely credulous and obedient. Over the course of several days, the Thief issues her a series of slightly surreal instructions, takes all her valuables, empties her bank account, even makes her take out a loan on her home to give him more money. Meanwhile, the creature squirms visibly under her skin.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/woOen9Mgj9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Gabriel Winslow-Yost</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 13:14:13 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/10/upstream-color-mind-among-pigs/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/10/upstream-color-mind-among-pigs/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Reading It Wrong

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/Ay8TfHpF_S0/</link><description>Tim Parks
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      &lt;p&gt;How far is language really able to communicate something new, something that runs contrary to my expectations? One of the intriguing aspects when teaching translation is watching students struggle with sentences that say things they didn’t expect them to say. In many cases, if a writer should come up with some perplexing idea, or, worse still, some declaration running contrary to received wisdom or political correctness, students, but also practiced translators, will end up reducing the text to something more conventional. Do we as readers subconsciously make these “corrections”? How far can they go?
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/Ay8TfHpF_S0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Tim Parks</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 14:25:44 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/09/misreading/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/09/misreading/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Chavismo After Chávez

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/8NVxOt7nZDM/</link><description>Alma Guillermoprieto
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      &lt;p&gt;From one moment to the next it wasn’t so funny anymore: Nicolás Maduro Moros, the late Hugo Chávez’s chosen successor, had gone on the campaign trail with the full backing of the chavista state, chavista judicial system, and chavista coffers. Everyone, possibly including the opposition candidate, Henrique Capriles Radonski himself, expected him to win an easy victory. Yet on April 14, according to the officially impartial but unashamedly chavista electoral council, Maduro scraped out a tiny victory. Or perhaps he lost. And then chavismo collapsed into a scary collective insanity.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/8NVxOt7nZDM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Alma Guillermoprieto</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 17:15:19 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/08/chavismo-after-chavez/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/08/chavismo-after-chavez/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

The Ecstasy of a Modern Romantic

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/WY9_qA0judA/</link><description>Joan Acocella
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      &lt;p&gt;In her youth Isadora Duncan (1877–1927) more or less created what we now call American modern dance, and she soon became famous for it. She was also a beauty, leaving behind her a trail of glamorous lovers. But by 1927, when she was fifty, all that was over. Duncan was living in a rented studio in Nice. She was barely performing any longer, and years of hard living—above all, heavy drinking—had coarsened her looks. She had no money. She went to parties in order to eat the canapés. Partly, no doubt, to improve her financial situation, she decided to do something that she had talked about for years: write her memoirs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/WY9_qA0judA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Joan Acocella</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 15:45:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/isadora-duncan-ecstasy-modern-romantic/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/isadora-duncan-ecstasy-modern-romantic/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Imelda's Sweet Sauce 

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/cmlA5tgOGCY/</link><description>Ian Buruma
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      &lt;p&gt;Turning the life and times of Imelda Marcos into a piece of musical theater set in a disco is almost too obvious. And yet &lt;em&gt;Here Lies Love&lt;/em&gt;, the musician David Byrne’s imagining of Imelda’s inner landscape, mostly works very well. The pop opera, brilliantly staged by Alex Timbers and choreographed by Annie-B Parson, is performed in a made up disco with constantly shifting stages sliding across the floor. As video clips are flashed onto the walls, in a kind of light show of Imelda’s public life, the mostly middle-aged audience is coaxed by a raucous DJ and pink-suited ushers into bopping along with the actors.
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The Bombers' World

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/ge2mH5mJr1c/</link><description>Christian Caryl
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      &lt;p&gt;The biggest question surrounding the marathon bombings is the one of motive: Why did they do it? Given what we know so far, it seems likely that it was Tamerlan Tsarnaev, the older brother, who instigated and planned the attacks—but he, of course, is dead. The imprisoned Dzhokhar has told investigators that the brothers undertook the bombings as retaliation against the US for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. That sounds plausible enough on the face of things, in view of what we know about the politics of jihadi terrorists in other parts of the world. At the same time, there are many other details of the Tsarnaev brothers’ case that make it seem starkly unique, more of an outlier than something that can be easily slotted into a larger pattern.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/ge2mH5mJr1c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Christian Caryl</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 18:00:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/bombers-world/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/jun/06/bombers-world/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

My Psychic Garburator

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/KeBRUP6mSWQ/</link><description>Margaret Atwood
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      &lt;p&gt;Most dreams of writers aren’t about dead people or writing, and—like everyone else’s dreams—they aren’t very memorable. If you keep a dream journal, your mind will obligingly supply you with more dreams and shapelier ones, but you don’t always want that, nor can you necessarily make any sense of what you may have so vividly dreamt. Why, for instance, did I dream I had surged up through the lawn of Toronto’s Victoria College and clomped into the library, decomposing and covered with mud? The librarian didn’t notice a thing, which, in the dream, I found surprising. Was this an anxiety dream? If so, which anxiety?
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/KeBRUP6mSWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Margaret Atwood</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 15:36:20 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/06/my-psychic-garburator/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/may/06/my-psychic-garburator/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

He Conceived the Mathematics of Roughness

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/1G-GBmP9uWo/</link><description>Jim Holt
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      &lt;p&gt;Benoit Mandelbrot, the brilliant Polish-French-American mathematician who died in 2010, had a poet’s taste for complexity and strangeness. His genius for noticing deep links among far-flung phenomena led him to create a new branch of geometry, one that has deepened our understanding of both natural forms and patterns of human behavior. The key to it is a simple yet elusive idea, that of self-similarity. To see what self-similarity means, consider a homely example: the cauliflower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/1G-GBmP9uWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jim Holt</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 12:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/mandlebrot-mathematics-of-roughness/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/mandlebrot-mathematics-of-roughness/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

An Original Thinker of Our Time

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/e1JDzCjGR6E/</link><description>Cass R. Sunstein
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      Worldly Philosopher: The Odyssey of Albert O. Hirschman
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      &lt;p&gt;Albert Hirschman, who died late last year, was one of the most interesting and unusual thinkers of the last century. An anti-utopian reformer with a keen eye for detail, Hirschman insisted on the complexity of social life and human nature. He opposed intransigence in all its forms. He believed that political and economic possibilities could be found in the most surprising places. Hirschman’s work changes how you see the world. It illuminates yesterday, today, and tomorrow. His categories become your categories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/e1JDzCjGR6E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Cass R. Sunstein</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 10:15:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/albert-hirschman-original-thinker/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/albert-hirschman-original-thinker/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Literary Journalism: A Discussion

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/csh1TvQAF2A/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;On April 3, 2013 &lt;i&gt;The New York Review&lt;/i&gt; and the Cullman Center for Scholars &lt;span class="amp"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Writers at the New York Public Library presented a panel discussion celebrating the &lt;i&gt;Review&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#8216;s 50th anniversary and discussing the future of literary journalism. This podcast features excerpts from remarks by Ian Buruma, Joseph Lelyveld, Zoë Heller, Alma Guillermoprieto, and Andrew Delbanco.
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On Sylvia Plath

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/e_xQqh_f0-8/</link><description>Elizabeth Hardwick
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      &lt;p&gt;In Sylvia Plath’s work and in her life the elements of pathology are so deeply rooted and so little resisted that one is disinclined to hope for general principles, sure origins, applications, or lessons. Her fate and her themes are hardly separate and both are singularly terrible. Her work is brutal, like the smash of a fist; and sometimes it is also mean in its feeling. Literary comparisons are possible, echoes vibrate occasionally, but to whom can she be compared in spirit, in content, in temperament?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/e_xQqh_f0-8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Elizabeth Hardwick</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 15:30:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/on-sylvia-plath/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/on-sylvia-plath/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

LA's Alternate Realities

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/Qdj7kWc-udg/</link><description>Martin Filler
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      &lt;p&gt;How can the most architecturally innovative part of the United States also be such a thoroughgoing urban mess? This spring and summer, two complementary exhibitions seek to bring the unfathomableness of LA into focus. The first, Overdrive: L.A. Constructs the Future, 1940–1990,” which is at the J. Paul Getty Museum through July 21, explores how the city emerged through fitful initial development, explosive postwar growth, and a distinctive built legacy. The second, “Never Built: Los Angeles,” which opens at LA’s Architecture and Design Museum on July 13, examines a stunning array of unexecuted projects to show why the city didn’t become something else.
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Maggie

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/YWL1c6_EyTk/</link><description>Andrew O&amp;#8217;Hagan
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      &lt;p&gt;Politicians have always been disliked and always blamed, but Margaret Thatcher appeared to many people in Britain to have no feeling for the people whose lives were hurt by her policies. No feeling and no understanding. Her stridency appeared to excite boys who remembered their nannies, but to other men and women, the poorer sort, she was the incarnation of blind authority. She knew there were real families out there in Britain’s hinterlands or northern lands, yet, like a crazed statistician or a bad novelist, she couldn’t really imagine what their lives must be like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nybooks/~4/YWL1c6_EyTk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Andrew O'Hagan</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 10:15:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/maggie/</guid><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/may/23/maggie/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>

Guantánamo and Torture: It's Up to Obama

</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nybooks/~3/havE18tRI2E/</link><description>David Cole
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      &lt;p&gt;Until now, President Obama has put the blame for failing to deal with Guantánamo on Congress. Without question, Congress has made his job more difficult by obstructing detainee transfers with onerous “certification” requirements. But there are steps the president could nonetheless take. For example, the current law permits the executive branch to waive some of the requirements when the transfer “is in the national security interests of the United States.” Moreover, eighty-six detainees have been “cleared for release” but remain in detention. Fifty-six of them are Yemeni citizens, and it was President Obama, not Congress, who placed their release on hold.
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