Arts in Society

Boston Review’s Arts in Society section publishes poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and criticism. It focuses on how the arts loosen the hold of convention, bear witness to injustice, provoke new ways of seeing the world, and speak to the most pressing political and civic concerns of our time.

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Criticism, Poem, Memoir, Short Story

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Fiction, Film and TV, Literature, Music, Poetry, Visual Art

The Reality Drive

A short story.

Art Thieves

Watching Kelly Reichardt’s films in the age of Anthropic.

The Machines Get in the Way

The work of art—and the work of making art—in an age increasingly hostile to it.

The Novelists and the Warmongers

Reading Mary McCarthy on Vietnam in a new era of wartime illusions.

Rise Up

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms is set in a familiar realm of forever wars fought at the behest of cruel elites. Like all great fantasy, it shows us what might be otherwise.

The First Lady’s New World

Melania is less about one woman than the disposability of them all in Trump 2.0.

Turning a Blind Eye

A memoir of daily accommodation to fascism.

A Brief History of AI Psychosis

A short story.

Baghdad’s Blank Slate

The massive development projects the Iraqi government has planned for the city seem designed to wipe it clean of its past memories.

A Good Neighbor

The late Marcel Ophuls made films about the twentieth century’s great crimes—and the trail of guilt they left behind.

The Claims of Close Reading

Literary studies have been starved by austerity, but their core methodology remains radical.

Plato and the Poets

The centuries-old debate should be settled: an intellectual world bereft of poetry is a damaged one.

In Search of Arab Jews

Can a culture be resurrected?

Creatures Apart

Shulamith Firestone’s portraits of madness reveal a condition afflicting us all.

Ugly Truths

The politics of the mad memoir. 

Walking the Tightrope

An interview with Iranian director Mohammad Rasoulof about his latest film, The Seed of the Sacred Fig.

Secrets, Lies, and Censorship

The revelation of Asghar Farhadi’s films.

Black Planet

 “There is no plot; it’s just Black people living their lives with other Black people on their own planet.”

Post Scripts

My dead mother called me to say she knew she killed me a long time ago but look how well I’m doing now.

Leaving the Party

Death was all around him. Maybe you know what this is like, hearing music overlaid with rain. They stop competing after a while.

For the Missing

So many simply leaving.

Two Poems

Don’t stuff your fingers
in your ears or count the Pentecost.
Don’t ask if that grammar has a rosary
or recipe written in cornrows on her head.

Three Poems

Before I left him /
on his deathbed, my father used to say 
the ice is breathing: this quivering song 
of things once-broken, mending. /
This song of them breaking again.

Three Poems

You can say my mother didn’t know jack
           about no line breaks, but she’ll tell you
that one thing leads to another; and violence
           and love can happen all at once.

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