I went to see the Rolling Stones play again—and revisited an adolescent fantasy.
We Are the Eighth Day, © Melanie Weidner
Our language isn’t neutral. It has history embedded within it.
The sarcastic and sacrilegious two-season show has a moral center.
Poetry and fiction grant us glimpses of God.
Extremists craft narratives of persecution, oppression, and the need for heroic struggle. So do video games.
Evoking the murders of unarmed black men, this collection is meant to appall us.