I was 26, living in Boston, and working as a cheesemonger when astrology and I first fell out. My friend Allie (not her real name) had just received an email from her boyfriend’s ex containing a triangulation of all their natal charts—and while this hovered near the ceiling of the room I called “normal,” it was 2013, Girls was on the air, and we allowed it.
The West is in an age of “hyperpolitics” in which polarization has surged but institutions are incapable of delivering change, a leading researcher argued.
The Cockroach Janta Party was started by a recent Boston University graduate after India’s chief justice compared young unemployed Indians to cockroaches.
Ever since the COVID pandemic hit in 2020, I’ve been eager to read novels that explore what COVID was, and continues to be like. At the time, writers joked incessantly about how Shakespeare wrote King Lear during an episode of plague in Renaissance England. How would we all use our time? Would we be writing masterpieces? Would the COVID pandemic generate a new, thrilling era of artistic production? Would everyone be writing a pandemic novel?