n+1, Issue 5: Decivilizing Process (Winter 2007)
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n+1 is a New York–based American literary magazine that publishes social criticism, political commentary, essays, art, poetry, book reviews, and short fiction. It is published three times each year, and content is published on its website several times each week. Each print issue averages around 200 pages in length.
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Issue Five - Decivilizing Process, Winter 2007: 136 pgs
Technological excess, from email to porn to blogs. Basharat Peer sees torture in Kashmir, Eli S. Evans watches television in Los Angeles. A fable by Benjamin Kunkel, fiction about nuclear proliferation, a report on flying cars.
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academic, he’d proposed to friends a “new Greek Academy” in which a revitalized Western culture might be forged, throughout Human, All Too Human the 33-year-old Nietzsche reaches out to superior types disgusted by “the ochlocratic nature of superficial minds and superficial culture,” and to those “free spirits” able to overcome within themselves their “origin, environment . . . [and] class.” It’s like a New York Review of Books personal ad. Nietzsche implored “oligarchs of the spirit” to overcome
another, I was low on cash. I worked hard as a waitress to support my lover and myself. My lover was an out-of-work fiscal analyst. But what he wanted to analyze, I wasn’t sure, and neither was he. The economy was pretty bad. Sometimes my lover spent whole days sitting with his friends, also out-of-work analysts, eating potato chips and drinking beer and discussing how in these dark times no one appreciated analysts. Mostly I didn’t care though because his eyes were so blue and he made me forget
look up so I said, Now I know, and ate my fish. When the forks hit the glasses, my lover stood up. He walked to the podium, which stood atop a granite platform at the front of the room. Everyone stopped talking. My lover adjusted the microphone. He brushed a hand through his hair. He grinned in the way that showed his teeth and meant he was out of sorts. Benny, he said. That was the groom’s name. Benny, how long have we been friends? There was silence. I don’t know, Benny said. There was