Why Max Brooks Blow Torches His Door Knobs
The best-selling author of World War Z and disaster preparedness expert offers advice for how to stay safe from Covid-19 over the next year—and prevent the next virus from wiping out millions.
The best-selling author of World War Z and disaster preparedness expert offers advice for how to stay safe from Covid-19 over the next year—and prevent the next virus from wiping out millions.
Every day when I venture out into the streets for my daily quarantine walk, I see mothers heroically juggling their families with their jobs.
“Even after all these years, I find it soul wrenching that so many people, with names known and unknown, perished in the great withering of humanity known as the Shoah.”
On April 2, in the midst of the pandemic, a regional Pakistani court overturned the murder conviction and death sentence of Ahmed Omar Saeed Sheikh, the man convicted in the 2002 killing of U.S. journalist Daniel Pearl.
My sister was cooking up a batch of our late mother’s recipe for tzimmes Wednesday morning when the pot exploded.
Last month, more than 100 members of a white nationalist hate group, Patriot Front, marched on the National Mall here in Washington, DC.
Max Brooks is best known as the author of the novel World War Z. But he also uses apocalyptic stories to teach us how to respond to large-scale crises.
Today, journalism is under attack on an unprecedented scale. It has always been the target of those who want to obfuscate facts and spread confusion.
He was incredibly picky. The photo album he made in the 1940s shows him dashingly handsome, in and out of New York City, in and out of baggy suits, Navy uniforms and bathing shorts, with girlfriends, pre-kiss, post-kiss. One annotation reads something like: “She had thoughts of marriage but he didn’t.” In his 30s, with two degrees and military service behind him, he was still in search of the perfect Jewish wife. This physicist, with a remarkably unique mind, drove his Kaiser to Manhattan from New Jersey on weekends to find her.
A few weeks ago, I heard from a concerned reader. He thought that Moment was becoming too women-oriented for his taste, that we were publishing too many stories about women.
The astonishing human capacity for thoughtlessness manifests itself in many ways. One is the ease with which we toss out ugly dismissive words such as “moron,” “witch” and “idiot” to describe people we disagree with