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I was hesitant to write anything about the recent death of my father. After all, the topic of the death of a parent in the long form just seems like such a heavily covered topic that has become one of the great banalities of the modern novel or New York...

Nostalgia is a bitch. You have something so personal, so confined to one's own field of view and one's own experience, and suddenly you find that your nostalgias have been transformed into commodity, part of the nostalgia machine.
At least that's the way it was the first time I heard Green Day on the classic rock station, on an icy day in the mid-2000s on the boom box in my dorm's bathroom while I was shaving. It was official. An element of my childhood had become a commodity...

All books have a half-life, but political books seem to have the shortest half-lives.
I reached this conclusion upon deciding not to read grand magister of American journalism Bob Woodward's latest installment in the "Why Trump Sucks" book series (reports on which have been dominating my news feed for the past year or so), Fear. Part...

I arrived in Jeju, halfway between Japan and the Korean peninsula in the midst of a heat wave. I'd known that this wasn't an ideal time to travel in this part of the world, especially given my love of autumns in East Asia, but I'd feared typhoons more...