Water Wars Part 2
In which the battle heats up, the multinational behind the privatization of Bolivian water is revealed, and connections are made to Flint, Standing Rock, and the pandemic....
Read MorePosted by Bruce Robbins | Mar 25, 2021 | Podcasts, Waterways |
In which the battle heats up, the multinational behind the privatization of Bolivian water is revealed, and connections are made to Flint, Standing Rock, and the pandemic....
Read MorePosted by Bruce Robbins | Mar 24, 2021 | Podcasts, Waterways |
On March 14, 2021 editors John McClure and Bruce Robbins interviewed Tom Kruse, a participant in and analyst of the Cochabamba Water Wars of 1999-2000 in Bolivia, about his experiences and reflections on the first but certainly not the last epic struggle over water of the 21st century. This is Part 1 of the interview....
Read MorePosted by Bruce Robbins | Jan 13, 2021 | Commentary |
The 60s as Founding: On David Bromwich’s How Words Make Things Happen Many years ago, David Bromwich and I conducted a brief correspondence. You can tell how many years ago by the fact that the correspondence took the form of letters, with stamps. The immediate subject, as I remember it, was politics. As I remember, I remarked on the surprising respect that David seemed to have for the lasting political wisdom of the Founding Fathers and the Constitution as guides to present political judgments, a respect which (so soon after the 60s) I found implausible. As I remember, David...
Read MorePosted by Bruce Robbins | Nov 21, 2020 | Uncategorized |
Have you ever spent a night kneeling on your living room floor, howling and digging half-moons into your palms, pleading with the indifferent night to lessen the pain? Meaning, have you ever broken up? Have you ever gotten divorced? We want to read about it. Send us your divorce and break-up poems. Send to...
Read MorePosted by Bruce Robbins | Mar 2, 2019 | The Literary Section |
Chariot of the Gods Harry Whomersley I knew what people would be looking at during the broadcast and I knew that very few of them would even think about me. I did not regard myself, at the best of times, as a particularly captivating figure so I couldn’t say I blamed them. But there I was, standing with an entourage, of sorts, very still, facing the landing ship. Despite what people often say, since I had taken office I realized that very few people seriously considered what it must be like to be President. Not, I mean, in...
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