America’s Sharpest Voice
Around half past nine on a Thursday evening, at the Comedy Cellar in New York, Hasan Minhaj is an hour away from taking the stage. By all reckoning, this should be a fine journalistic moment, a moment when the writer is let into the thin, charged space between Minhaj’s private existence and his public one.
The Ganges’ Muddy Waters
Why has a river so vital to a country—so central to its largest faith, so indispensable to its farms—been pushed into its present state of peril, its waters low, filthy and neglected?
