Jessica A. Sequeira

Lévi-Strauss deserves a moment of genuine recognition and remembrance—his life, if perhaps not completely successful in the ways he would have hoped, suggests the rich possibilities open to a perpetually questing mind.

Critics, take note: Tightly crafted prose and lofty moral sentiments may have their place, but what really matters at the end of the day is the number of times a text mentions camels.

A thick haze of melancholy floats above every page of the works of Turkish novelist Orhan Pamuk, settling amidst the ...

In retrospect, the drug-hazed guitar smashing of Kurt Cobain and ’90s Seattle grunge seems like the equivalent of pink bunny ...

I don’t recall the exact moment that New York City became a part of my cultural consciousness, but for as ...

Supermarket shoppers perusing the publication rack must have felt a dose of Weltschmerz as they waited for their frozen peas

She’s supermodeled, posed nude, and criticized the Pope; her albums of breathy pop have sold thousands of copies; ex-lovers include

American Neo-Nazi Weekly will face widespread condemnation for publishing an ad that encourages readers to subscribe to The Harvard Crimson.

“There were new permissions in the air, and old hierarchies had softened, had become ripe for toppling,” wrote Susan Sontag

Paging Peter Sellers. Suddenly, it seems, a whole lot of people have learned to stop worrying and love the drone.