April 2008

Eviction Slip

While many governments now involve indigenous groups in environmental conservation, India is on the verge of creating what might become the largest mass eviction for conservation ever. Groups like India's Adivasis have come to be called “conservation refugees.” Mark Dowie tells their story.
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Features

Sectarian Conflict: Who's to Blame?
by Jonathan Steele
April 2008 - A survey by Baghdad's best pollster asked Iraqis which "suits you well": Sunni Muslim, Shia Muslim, or Just Muslim. The biggest category chose the last option. Then came the US occupation.
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Interview

Houses at Night
An interview with John Ashbery
February 2008 - Rock star poet John Ashbery on pop art, manifestos, and feeling like a foreigner in America
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Death Metal and the Indian Identity
By Akshay Ahuja
April 2008 - When writer Akshay Ahuja transported a guitar to India, little did he know he was being led down a rabbit hole to a vibrant subculture by a group that styled itself the Cremated Souls
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Man with a Country
An interview with Seyed Mohammad Marandi
February 2008 - Iran's USA scholar says it's not just American politics that demonize Iran, it's the culture, including books and films
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Poetry

Two Poems
by Sarah Messer
May 2008 - It’s true I slept with Abe Lincoln. / I now know everything there is to know about this country. / Believe me, I carry a tapeworm for you the size of Kentucky.
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Fiction

How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone
An excerpt from the novel by by Sasa Stanisic
May 2008 - You didn't have a real grandpa, Aleksandar, only a sad man. He mourned for his river and his earth. He would kneel down, scratch about in that earth of his until his fingernails broke and the blood came.
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Two Poems
by Amy Hegarty
April 2008 - Beautiful baby / With your head cut off / Why didn’t they bury you then?
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The Machine Edda
An excerpt of a Novel in progress by Zachary Mason
April 2008 - First they see the pale tendrils of steam rising up and then the gleaming cantilevered roof and then they are pulling up their wagons before the refinery, which is like a haphazardly assembled aluminum pagoda set into the high wall that marks the boundary of the kingdom Mnemosyne.
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