The Electric Typewriter
Great articles and essays by the world's best journalists and writers.by Michael Paterniti
Discover Burma, the dictators say, Southeast Asia’s most beautiful and friendly country. And so he did. A visit to an anesthetized state.
by Michael Paterniti
Under a ring of water in a sealed chamber in the desert Southwest lies the heart of a machine that could change the world. A machine called Z.
by Michael Paterniti
In 1975, in Cambodia, there was a regime so evil that it created an antisociety where torture was currency and music, books, and love were abolished. This regime ruled for four years and murdered nearly 2 million of its citizens, a quarter of the population. The perversion was so extreme, the acts so savage, that three decades later, the country still finds itself reeling.
by Michael Paterniti
Olympic hero Rulon Gardner has fallen off trucks, tumbled off tractors, and gotten stuck in a baler. He has been impaled on an arrow, broken his neck, and gashed his knee clean to the bone. He has survived several catastrophic high-speed accidents, endured a frostbitten night in subzero temperatures, and most recently, swam away (barely) from a plane crash in Lake Powell.
By Michael Paterniti
The true tale of the alchemical miracles and transcendental gastronomy of Ferran Adriá, the world’s greatest chef.
by Michael Paterniti
60 Degrees Straight Down, Mind the Boulders and Avalanches. A postcard from La Grave, France - alpinism’s new lost horizon.
by Michael Paterniti
In the rapidly modernizing, constantly churning city of Nanjing, China, there is a legendary bridge, four miles long, where day after day, week after week, the desperate and melancholy and tormented come to end their lives. Most end up in the Yangtze River, 130 feet below. But some do not meet their maker. They meet someone else. They are pulled back from the brink—sometimes violently—by an odd and unlikely angel.
by Michael Paterniti
Many years ago, when the world felt as if it were ending, my grandfather packed a valise in a mountain village on the island of Sicily with his boots, a few items of clothing, and a pair of steel scissors, and went to war.
by Michael Paterniti
A two-ounce songbird. A lemon-sized tumor. An imperial appetite for death, flesh, and the immortal gesture. It was time for dinner.
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