Attentive walkers in Cambridge’s Mt. Auburn Cemetery will find surprises every few feet. Yesterday, we found the unremarkable monument in the accompanying picture. The epitaph it bears, however,…
Marcia Angell is a doctor, a crusader for reform in medicine, a fine writer and a first-rank muckraker. I’ve admired her work for years. Going through a…
Driving US Route 7 down the central Valley of Vermont, past the steeply rising road to Ripton, I think of Robert Frost when I see the tired monuments…
‘Don’t ever worry ’bout nothin’, ’cause there ain’t nothing gonna be alright no how. You can count on that.’ So an expert on nothing going right, Hank Williams,…
As I read Flash Boys (Norton, 2014), I find myself asking, ‘Can I trust Michael Lewis? Is he a reliable reporter?’ Uncomfortable questions, those, when posed of someone…
Of all the poems I met in my Grade 11 English Lit survey, Andrew Marvell’s ‘To His Coy Mistress’ (ca. 1652) stuck most firmly in my mind. Of…
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