Michael Haneke’s Amour isn’t an ironically titled film about entropy, acrimony, withering, or divorce. It's about storybook romance and true love. And just like true love, it's filled with violence, horror, and death.
Everybody talks about the weather —“but nobody ever does anything about it,” jokes Charles Dudley Warner. Everybody talks about it, Ulrike Meinhof repeats, but "we don’t.”
Before there was the cancer of Occupy, there were the German Autonomen, street-fighting anarchists who battled riot police through the 80s. A new translation of Fire and Flames, a history of the struggle, shines a light on this proto-Black Bloc.
The Las Vegas casino is a machine for social control that works not through repression but deinhibition, rationalizing our yearning for the expensive and impossible
Han Han's half a billion blog followers include liberals who hope the acerbic young rebel will grow more brave or serious. But Han Han parries with equal parts modesty, disdain and defeat.
In the years since his death, not even literature has been able to countenance colonial whistle-blower and traitor to the crown Roger Casement's affinity for penises