TMN Contributing Writer Elizabeth Kiem is the author of Dancer, Daughter, Traitor, Spy.
Today we’re launching a new series of contemporary Russian literature, with six stories in six months, including interviews with their authors, sponsored by Powells.com. Will one of them blow your mind? We begin with the “Queen of Russian Horror.”
I did it. In doing so, I confirmed a few things for myself: I’m still a Russophile. I’m an old one at that. It’s...
This winter, a burgeoning protest movement laid its cornerstone in a former swamp and up grew hope. Our correspondent talks to protesters, editors, commentators, and Kremlin-watchers in anticipation of this weekend’s election and what comes next.
In the Port-au-Prince neighborhoods of Turgeau, Bois Verna, and Pacot exist 300 “gingerbread houses”—derelict and endangered, never mind scary. Still, a good old-fashioned ghost story takes some looking for. Until it comes to find you.
As some Christians prepared for the Apocalypse, 500 questers spent Friday night locked inside the New York Public Library with game designer Jane McGonigal.
A decade after Osama bin Laden’s face achieved iconic status, one writer still can’t help thinking, it’s a handsome one—this definitive “face of evil.”
Six months after an earthquake shook Haiti to its core, our woman in Haiti seeks out what lies beneath the rubble and finds a history of violence and striking beauty.
Last month’s suicide attacks in Moscow shocked anyone who studied Dzhanet Abdullayeva’s photo. But it wasn’t her baby face or cold blood that impressed our writer. It was her choice of metro stations.
What kind of sound does a single tweet make? Our writer considers the reasons she left Twitter, and what it would take to bring other lapsed Tweeters back online.
Gauging the invasion of the well-intentioned a week after the devastation of Port-au-Prince and wondering what it really means for Haiti’s future.
If not for a tragic car accident in 2001, W.G. Sebald would be celebrating his senior citizenship next week. Recalling an obsessive introduction to the author’s unclassifiable genre.
Though his hair frequently resembled mid-‘70s Rob Reiner, his gaze was more erratic. On the occasion of Gogol’s 200th birthday, tracking the evolution of his visage.