I discovered Elena Ferrante’s work through the Internet, specifically Twitter. I saw tweets of praise from women writers, who applauded Ferrante’s embodiment of female friendship in the characters of Elena Greco and Raffaella Cerullo—known in the books as Lenu and Lila, respectively. Even with
The scene could have come straight out of a James Bond film. A wan cyberwarrior, a spy for the surveillance era, is on the phone with a flustered lawyer from the U.S. State Department. “The key has been disclosed in violation of our agreements by a mainstream media organization,” the keyboard-co
Pope Francis had a clandestine meeting with Kentucky county clerk Kim Davis last Thursday in Washington, a Vatican spokesperson has
The best conservative defenses of Carly Fiorina, who's under fire for fabricating a Planned Parenthood smear, have two things in common: They all stipulate that the Pla
On 21st Street, between L and K, there is a homeless man who sits perched atop his small pile of possessions, observing, with a kind of detached curiosity, Washington’s harried pedestrians. I pass him twice daily, and he’s become one of the fixtures of my walk. In the morning, he smokes his pipe
“SHE DID IT... no matter what her motivations were, she did it.” Lee Krasner’s final verdict on what one should say about Peggy Guggenheim has an aphoristic appeal, and it’s easy to understand why Francine Prose should invoke it more than once in the course of her new biography, Peggy Gu
