Bart Schaneman
Author of This Expat Life.
Articles by
Bart Schaneman
Life During Wartime Hype
Waking up to a phone with an on-screen notification from the New York Times reading “U.S. say North Korea has nuclear-capable missiles” does not make you want to get out of bed, as alarming as it is.
If I Could See All My Friends Tonight
We all promise we won’t lose touch. Friends forever. You’re like my brother. My sister. I won’t be gone for that long. We’re not going to change that much.
Don’t Be Disappointed
Or maybe they were like me. Honest as a child, lost it, then fought to get it back.
In Praise Of Journalism
I hope the traditions of good journalism that were built through more than a century of standards and refining the craft won’t be lost due to a “transition period.”
The World Is Not A Cold Dark Place
I just want to feel exactly like I did when I used to walk home from school and drop off my books in my house and run outside and I could play until dinner. Love makes you feel like that.
Why I’m Not Voting
If politics really don’t matter, if the market makes all the decisions, than how about I treat my vote like I would the marketplace?
This Expat Life
It feels like the work I do is only for myself and the company that employs me. Not for the good of the nation. Not for my family. Not for any “greater good.” In a way I prefer this.
We Make Our Own Traditions: An Interview With Adam Gnade
The tapestry of characters he weaves is made from the fabric of his past. But the stories transcend simple realism.
Our Technology Contains Us
It takes nerve to talk to someone you might find interesting or attractive on a bus or a train. To ask someone to unplug so you can begin a conservation is beyond even the most confident of us.
On Staying In One Place
There comes a time when you’re either traveling to gain experience or you’re running away when things get hard.
Colorado, Nebraska, New York
The next day I went to meet someone I needed to tell something. It was raining in Williamsburg. Kids ran past McCarren Park smiling, no umbrellas, soaked. I had a little collapsible black thing she gave me last summer when I lived in Brooklyn and we were still seeing each other.
Notes From My Trip To America
The modern man can travel in every circle. Sit at a table with farmers playing poker in Nebraska, hipsters snorting Xanax in Berlin, travelers smoking hash in Nepal, and day traders talking stocks in Manhattan.