Caregiving in the Age of Long DeclineJanuary 2014
Her mother’s final death, then, came both hard and as a relief.
Lewis H. Lapham: Memento MoriSeptember 2013
The death of American exceptionalism—and of me.
Marshall Allen: How Many Die From Medical Mistakes in U.S. Hospitals?September 2013
An updated estimate says at least 210,000 patients.
The Bridge and the WaterSeptember 2013
Suicide survivors on the uncanny allure of the Golden Gate.
Stephen Cave: Anti-Death BehaviorAugust 2013
The philosopher and author of Immortality talks with Susan Neilson about elixirs of life, the fallacy of the singularity, and why we should all get up early to meditate on our inevitable demise.
Robert Vivian: Somewhere a SirenAugust 2013
Can I, siren, laugh once more with the people I love?
Raymond Bonner: A Prolonged StayMay 2013
The reasons behind the slow pace of executions.
Allison Benis White: The Luminous, Grieving MindApril 2013
The author of Small Porcelain Head on how poetry can help us mourn.
Salar Abdoh: A Hanging at the House of ArtistsFebruary 2013
The public execution of two petty thieves sends a message to Tehran’s artists and intellectuals. A dispatch from the gallows.
Erika Anderson: On the TracksDecember 2012
Ki-Suck Han’s death on a New York City subway track has the city asking what would I do? One writer examines death in public, how the MTA handles trauma, and what it feels like to be an onlooker.
This is a Dad StoryAugust 2012
This story can’t get it’s tense together or it’s person, now. Has it even got its “its” right?
Still, I started for the parlor. I’d polished my shoes, put gel in my hair: habits my mother had always wanted me to form and I had always resisted. Walking down the street, I felt conspicuous, as though people were sniggering at my gleaming head and feet.
Miracle RealistNovember 2011
In a candid interview, the Israeli author on Netanyahu’s impotence, how his son’s death affected his latest novel, and Israel’s need to embrace Palestinians with humanity.
The floor was made of dirt, the walls dark and smooth, the ceiling just high enough for us to stand upright. You could walk a quarter mile before it ended, cut off by a stone wall. And it was in this tunnel that Darcie heard the voice of her mother, who was dead.
Beautiful FuneralMay 2010
Tonight, you are thinking of heroin, / Of the boy who pulled you to his lips / In a blue room and whispered heroin / So close you could feel it on your face like a cloudburst.