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The Chameleon Couch

The One-Handed ConcertoAfter Paul Wittgensteinlost his right hand in the Great War,he begged his friend Ravelfor a concerto of muted tom-toms& peacock feathers underneath the tempo.Something oceanic, with gusto… More

Your Republic Is Calling You

7:00 a.m.Speak UpHe opens his eyes. He feels heavy and his breath stinks. Slowly, his brain whirs into activity, and a word gradually reveals itself, like a stranger emerging… More

What the Dog Saw, And Other Adventures

The PitchmanRon Popeil and the Conquest of the American Kitchen1.The extraordinary story of the Ronco Showtime Rotisserie & BBQ begins with Nathan Morris, the son of the shoemaker and… More

Dissident Writer Liu Xianbin Sentenced

Writer and activist Liu Xianbin was handed down a 10-year prison sentence on March 25, 2011, for "inciting subversion of state power" in connection with his publication of a… More

Day of Oprichnik

Always the same dream:I’m walking across an endless field, a Russian field. Ahead, beyond the receding horizon, I spy a white stallion; I walk toward him, I sense that… More

PEN Appeal: Liu Xianbin

April 8, 2011 His Excellency Hu Jintao President of the People’s Republic of China State Council Beijing 100032 P.R. China Wu Aiying Buzhang Minister of Justice Sifabu 10 Chaoyangmen Nandajie Chaoyangqu Beijingshi 100020 People’s Republic of China Your Excellencies, On behalf of the… More

City Boy

In the 1970s in New York everyone slept till noon. It was a grungy, dangerous, bankrupt city without normal services most of the time. The garbage piled up and stank… More

Canti

This lonely hill was always dear to me, and this hedgerow, which cuts off the view of so much of the last horizon. But sitting here and gazing, I can see beyond,… More

Silver Sparrow

My father, James Witherspoon, is a bigamist. He was already married ten years when he first clamped eyes on my mother. In 1968, she was working at the gift-wrap… More