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“Isn’t this your moment?” ask my friends nowadays. “You’re a scholar of the apocalypse.” My work examines how American authors have written about the apocalypse and its aftermath, from...
I have always been fascinated by the imposing Pestsäule (Plague Column) in Vienna, erected by Emperor Leopold I soon after the plague epidemic of 1679 that killed as many as 75,000 people. Situated on...
“Bombardment of Vienna on the night of the 12th of May [1809],” from the collections of the Ira F. Brilliant Center for Beethoven Studies, San José State University.
New Orleans is never more lovely than in April. But this year, we’ll have no Jazz Fest – and we’ll have to get by without those rolling block parties we call second-line parades too; and without...
Each evening the world awaits with anxiety the new numbers John Hopkins University provides for the spread of COVID-19 around the globe. This fascination with mortality rates during an epidemic is nothing...
MIt’s remarkable how Trump can make an unprecedented situation seem so familiar by cranking it through the language grinder he’s been using all along. Since the start of the COVID-19 crisis, we have...
Ask the majority of the world’s inhabitants to close their eyes and imagine a city. They might picture skyscrapers, railroads, busy highways and throngs of people. Whilst they may think of cities near...
‘Gods. The Onchesimoi ask whether there is a plague/famine threatening them?’ ‘The Dodonaeans ask Zeus and Dione whether it is because of the impurity of some man that god sends the storm?’ ‘Nikokrateia...
About disease, I am a fatalist. Fifteen years ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor; then ten years later, Parkinson’s Disease. In neither case could I have done anything to avoid getting...
When natural disaster strikes the so-called developing world it is, both literally and figuratively, no surprise. Pundits and journalists across the political spectrum tend to normalize tragedy in places...
Jorge Luis Borges wrote that his nightmares took the form of a trajectory across a labyrinth or a room of mirrors. There was always a distant destination and a very concrete topographical starting point:...
My friend’s mother died on Wednesday in a Dublin hospital, of C-19. None of the usual obsequies are available to me now: I can’t send flowers or go to the funeral. What’s left to me is words and...
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