Fear may be a linchpin of horror, but as a recent anthology attests, the true bedrock of the genre is mood.
One woman’s crusade for democratic participation and political efficacy in the face of powerful institutions
“He who has reached the highest degree of emptiness will be secure in repose. ” —A Taoist saying
“There is no more poetry left in me. I dropped it somewhere in those dusty, musty newspaper offices when I went home after midnight.”
Priests are fielding more requests than ever for help with demonic possession, and a centuries-old practice is finding new footing in the modern world.
North Korean troops are in Russia. Is that really what’s best for Beijing?
A poem by May Sarton, published in The Atlantic in 1942
The brazen murder of a CEO in Midtown Manhattan—and the cheering reaction to his execution—amounts to a blinking-and-blaring warning signal for a society that has become already too inured to bloodshed.