If the history of the American sentence were a John Ford movie, its second act would conclude with the young Ernest Hemingway walking into a saloon, finding an etiolated Henry James slumped at the bar in a haze of indecision, and shooting him dead. The terse, declarative sentence in all its masculine hardness routed the passive involutions of a higher, denser style. As a result, pared-down prose of the sort editor Gordon Lish would later encourage in Raymond Carver became our default “realism”. This is a real loss, not because we necessarily need more Jamesian novels but because too often the instruction to “omit needless words” leads young writers to be cautious and dull; minimalist style becomes minimalist thought, and that is a problem.
The idea that we’re happier at the beginning and end of our lives is really just a comforting myth.
The key to curbing sugar intake may lie in the gut rather than our tastebuds.
Based on product labeling claims, scientists hypothesized that green cleaners were less toxic. They were wrong.
The crabs’ blue blood contains an ancient immune defense mechanism that has helped save countless human lives.