At seventy-two, Tolstoy was the most famous writer in Russia, well into the beatific, heretical Christianity he had discovered during his spiritual crisis two decades earlier.
Maxim...
On the one hand: haven't we had enough?
Do we really need to hear about the empty lives and unsatisfying relationships of the Brooklyn cold-brew class ever again?
8/10ths of all...
The retreat center was attached to a grand, turn-of-the-century hotel, straight out of The Shining, manned by a skeleton crew for the winter.
Wandering the grounds, I poked my...
I remember before turning thirty, I used to stay up all night doing nothing—just biting my nails and watching my life pass, grabbing for any frame of reference to hold on to,...