Otherwise Known as the Human Condition

Otherwise Known as the Human Condition

One of the most moving photographs I know is also one of the dullest: an empty, uninteresting-looking room with a brown carpet and beige walls. It comes at the end of Joel Sternfeld’s book On This Site (1996). On each of the previous recto pages is a color photo of an...
Do You Condemn?

Do You Condemn?

Negotiating Power Relations through (In)DirectQuestions and Answers Design in Ethno-political Interviews Political Condemnations and Moral Scripts Condemnations are an integral rhetorical resource of epideictic rhetoric, the rhetoric of praise and blame, which...
Journey To The End Of The Night

Journey To The End Of The Night

The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to Levallois. Cast-off buildings bogged down in black muck. From a distance the chimneys, big ones and little ones, look like the fat stakes that rise out of the muck by the...
My Name Is Red

My Name Is Red

I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. Although I drew my last breath long ago and my heart has stopped beating, no one, apart from that vile murderer, knows what’s happened to me. As for that wretch, he felt for my pulse and listened for...
A Party Down at the Square

A Party Down at the Square

I don’t know what started it. A bunch of men came by my Uncle Ed’s place and said there was going to be a party down at the Square, and my uncle hollered for me to come on and I ran with them through the dark and rain and there we were at the Square. When...