When does the act of acknowledging your own complicity in an unjust system start to look like an empty gesture? Aaron Colton considers the work of Jia Tolentino.
The white publishing industry locks arms to form a united front against writers and critics of color — proving the critics’ point, again and again.
Gal Debored joins the ranks of ToM’s wayward urbanists.
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Many Americans might assume that copyright is a simple equation: someone creates a work, and then they own […]
A war is raging in the heart of the History Department — a contest over meaning, power, and […]
In her review of 2015’s The Last Love Song, Tracy Daugherty’s biography of famed writer Joan Didion, Meghan […]
As a devoted reader of the late David Foster Wallace, when I first saw the trailer for the […]