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Bill Ackman Is a Brilliant Fictional Character
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Before last month I knew next to nothing about Bill Ackman. I probably would have recognized his name. I guess I knew he was a hedge-fund billionaire, and his reputation as kind of a jerk. “He has been straddling that line of public recognition for some 20 years now,” a New York writer explained last week, with a “formula for notoriety”
Harvard hat ein Veritas-Problem
Wie viele Absolventen der Harvard-Universität habe ich die Missgeschicke von Präsidentin Claudine Gay – zunächst ihre kühl kalkulierten Überlegungen zu Argumenten für den Völkermord an den Juden, dann die Vorwürfe über die intellektuelle Integrität ihrer veröffentlichten Arbeiten – mit entsetzter Faszination verfolgt. Es ist das letztgenannte Thema, zu dem ich einiges an Fachwissen vorweisen kann.
Ich habe in Harvard durch einen Zufall in der akademischen Politik von Plagiaten erfahren. Das Regierungsministerium, in dem ich promoviert hatte, hatte eine Stelle für
Plants Can’t Move Fast Enough to Escape Climate Change
This article was originally published by Knowable Magazine.
Haldre Rogers’s entry into ecology came via the sort of man-made calamity that scientists euphemistically call an “accidental experiment.”
She’d taken a job in 2002 on the Pacific island of Guam and the neighboring Mariana Islands to study the invasive brown tree snakes that were introduced to Guam, likely from a cargo ship, shortly after World War II. In the ensuing decades, these large snakes thrived, obliterating many native animals.
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Robert McGill: ‘Something Something Alice Munro,’ a Short Story
Editor’s Note: Read an interview with Robert McGill about his writing process.
Nessa was sitting in Hadi’s car, letting the AC run with the engine off, thinking that if the battery died, it served him right for taking so long in the pharmacy, and surveying the main street of Bayfield, which was nearly deserted even on a sunny summer morning, when whom did she see approaching the discount rack outside the clothing boutique but Alice Munro? At least, she