The Man Who Reads Books For a Living (One Every Two Days)
"Clarke Seicher is something much more specific and much rarer: a professional book reader who evaluates literature specifically for screen adaptation."
"Clarke Seicher is something much more specific and much rarer: a professional book reader who evaluates literature specifically for screen adaptation."
Life on this small, off-the-grid island offers closeness to land and community for those willing, and able, to work for it - by Aeon Video Watch on Aeon
Also: Columbia University’s MFA show, a new Anni Albers biography, and Karla Knight’s cosmic codes.
We are told the natural world is ‘breaking down’. But forests don’t work like airplanes or human hearts - by John Drake Read on Aeon
Even for Americans, keeping up with the geopolitical entanglements of the United States has never been an easy task. More than a century ago, just a few months after their country got involved in what’s now known as World War I, they got word that the military of a distant
If that’s not happening, it’s possible you’re not being bold enough, generous enough or creative enough. It might be teenagers, competitors or that stranger down the street, but generous creative leadership always creates skeptics.
The young George Washington may never have hacked up his father’s cherry tree and refused to lie about it, but his life nevertheless offers plenty of deeds both virtuous and adequately documented. It was no small thing, for instance, to refuse to seek a third term as the first
Florentina Holzinger and Miet Warlop transform the Austrian and Belgian pavilions into immersive spectacles of endurance, ecological dread, and controlled collapse.
Every night, for every human being that ever was and ever will be, the Moon rises to remind us how improbably lucky we are, each of its craters a monument of the odds we prevailed against to exist, a reliquary of the violent collisions that forged our rocky planet lush with
One of my earliest and most vivid childhood memories is of swimming in a cool pool bounded by boulders in the middle of a river in the mountains of Bulgaria, the late-afternoon sun casting komorebi on the water through the rustling leaves. I can still hear the feeling-tone in