Horrors of the plantation
Former slaves who worked for wages still had to buy food from the plantation shop: they were trapped
Paywall
Wednesday
A June election in Genesee County
We will learn once more that ’tis better to be a flower-seeker than a power-seeker
Friday
Cellar’s market
What bubbles up must go down
Articles of War
In this excerpt from his autobiography Signatures: Literary Encounters of a Lifetime, David Pryce-Jones meets the survivors of the 20th century
Monday
The shape of things
On shape-note singing and my friend Stephen
Sunday
Wuhdunnit? We have only suspicions, not proof
The idea that the virus is man-made is not just a crazy theory that Trump got from one of his golf buddies
It’s the eschatology, stupid
What should Christians think about the pandemic?
Rach’s progress
Rake’s Progress: My Political Midlife Crisis by Rachel Johnson reviewed
Wednesday
We need a Pompeo Plan to tame the dragon
The demagogues’ answer is to repatriate American production overnight. But this is impossible
Tuesday
Czar quality
Under the czars and the communists, Georgia was where Russians went to party
Keeping up with the Santorums
Lockdown in Virginia with the former senator’s huge family
Monday
Putin needs Xi more than China needs Russia
A special relationship
Sunday
Back to the future
How the post-pandemic world could resemble the 1950s
Wednesday
Xi’s useful idiots against free speech
Free-thinking people everywhere should condemn those among us who facilitate China’s lies
Friday
Civilized caffeination
A frothy tour of Vienna’s coffeehouses
The similarity between Charles Dickens and Armando Iannucci
The director’s new work, The Personal History of David Copperfield, is certainly brave
Wednesday
Upper crust: a sweeter approach to sourdough
According to French tradition, it is wrong to throw away old bread because it is sacred
Salvant grace
Cécile McLorin Salvant’s shock of the new
When money dies
$1,200 isn’t going to stretch very far for workers who have lost their jobs, or even for those still employed
Monday
Texas or Hell
‘You can go to Hell, but I am going to Texas,’ said Davy Crockett. I think he had a point
