Evan Fleischer

General Abdul-Fattah el-Sisi is the Commander in Chief of the Egyptian Armed Forces. Last summer, he led the overthrow of elected President Mohammed Morsi.

The first half of January saw the inauguration of scores of Mayors across the country.

On the same day that Tarun Tejpal was sent to prison for twelve days for sexual assault, the Indian Supreme Court reversed a lower court’s order that had previously declared Section 377 unconstitutional.

Malcolm Gladwell and Steve Almond have now both criticized comedy as enabling the status quo rather than subverting it or changing it, so my question for the two of them is this – would they rather comedians be real revolutionaries…

I know we’ve been down this road before (not only here but here), but I think it’s also worth mentioning that if Radiohead’s “2+2=5” is criticism — a badgering and well-deserved wallop to the upside of the head — then…

Are there polyglots of sign language? Someone on Quora wondered the same thing — and even though the answer is an obvious, ‘Hold on.

“Karma Police” is one of those songs — and, oh, what a song — and it raises a lot of questions in line with that kind of sentiment: even if the three sections that comprise the song lack a formal…

Un gros, petit canard by the name of Alexandre Adler took to the pages of L’Opinion to rail against Paul Krugman disputing Standard and Poor’s decision to downgrade the credit rating of France, a stance which made headlines in Le…

Herberto Helder is a writer with two novels and 19 books of poetry to his name.

At the end of June, Melih Gökçek — the mayor of Ankara, Turkey, a city of four and a half million — took to twitter and accused a journalist working for the BBC of being both a spy and a traitor.

Everyone knows about pho, red hot beef noodle, bun bo hue, and — as Thu-Huong Nguyen-Vo of the UCLA Asia Institute put it — “the trusted spring rolls of several varieties.”

I was talking with the sports editor of The Guardian a few months ago. I was raving about a visit to Fenway Park, and I was telling him how struck I was by the plurality of experience at hand while I was there.

I’m writing a novel. Sorry — I mean: three no — no, wait — five novels. I’m writing five novels. Why? Because it’s a Friday and I have a few minutes to spare.

Anyone who’s taken the time to listen to Arcade Fire’s “Normal Person” will hear lyrics pertaining to middlebrow culture forever seeking its zone of comfort (i.e., “And they will break you down ’til everything is normal now”; think — for instance — of the running critique of how The Daily Show and The Colbert Report may satirize X or Y, but they never actually change X or Y)…

I don’t think Rand Paul is going to be President, so I don’t think a piece of sharp moral dudgeon defending the integrity of thought is going to be of much use to anyone.

I had reached the point at which the indifference or hostility of an audience wasn’t of personal consequence.

I probably wouldn’t have even been able to hide from Michael Williams, let alone Omar, or I would’ve decided on doing something extravagant and clumsy — like ducking into a barbershop to go from fully bearded to clean shaven in the blink of a 10-minute eye.

A backstreet chase whipsawing into the open air in front of the Calçada da Vandoma.