| | This week on nybooks.com: Why the bill to rein in NSA spying doesn't go far enough, when experimental theater works (and when it doesn't), what a sci-fi film starring Scarlett Johansson reveals about human loneliness, a designer whose evening dresses were engineering feats, a 16th-century book of miracles, and the events that led to Pearl Harbor. Plus a selection of recent pieces on the crisis in Ukraine. | | | David Cole Supporters of the NSA inevitably defend its collection of phone and Internet records on the ground that it is only collecting "metadata." But as Michael Hayden, former director of the NSA and the CIA, admitted in a recent debate, "We kill people based on metadata." | | | advertisement | | | | | Tim Parks Last night I walked out of a play. It was too painful. Too boring. But it is not this performance that I want to talk about, but the absolute difference between bailing out of a book, a movie, and a theatrical performance. | | | | Geoffrey O'Brien Jonathan Glazer's Under the Skin is a film with the courage of its silences and ellipses. Most easily categorized as a species of science fiction, it deftly evades verbal explanation and explicit continuity. | | | | advertisement | | | | Martin Filler Deemed the supreme couturier of their generation by Cristóbal Balenciaga and Christian Dior, Charles James ended up in poverty and squalor. A new exhibition surveys the career of the innovative, irascible designer, who felt that clothing is an art form. | | | | A selection of recent pieces on the conflict in Ukraine by Anatol Lieven, Tim Judah, Vladimir Sorokin, Amy Knight, and Timothy Snyder | | | | | Rana Mitter In lucid prose, the historian Eri Hotta meticulously examines a wide range of primary documents in Japanese to answer the question: Why did Japan find itself on the brink of war in December 1941? | | | | Marina Warner One astonishing, delicious, supersaturated picture follows another. There are monstrous births, plagues, fire and brimstone, stars falling from heaven, double suns, multiple rainbows, meteor showers, rains of blood, snow in summer. | | | | "The most serious literary publication in the world." – Le Monde Subscribe today. | | | | | The New York Review of Books 435 Hudson Street, Suite 300, New York, NY 10014 Forward to a friend | (...) | |
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