Dreamers Rise

On a dreary afternoon, Harriet Carker pauses from her needlework to gaze at the scene outside her window. She often looked with compassion, ...

"Sometime in March last, a gentleman who lives in Portsmouth N. H., being on a visit to Boston, was induced by a friend of this city, t...

He arrived knowing nothing of the city and no one there. Cities in general were mysteries to him, this one, which he had no ties to, most of...

Two brilliant pages from Jason Lutes's mammoth graphic novel set in the waning years of the Weimar Republic. Berlin is published ...

I'm walking the dog home across a city that bears little relation to the real one, as if Robert Moses had succeeded in his nefarious sch...

In the office on the 73rd floor, high above the city, the president of the company passes me a handful of letters to mail and a note with t...

Luc Sante: The game may not be over, but its rules have irrevocably changed. The small has been consumed by the big, the poor have been ev...

Luc Sante: The occult forces in the city are always at work, indifferent to rationality, scornful of politics, resentful of urban planning...

I approach the heart of the city down a narrow, winding road that weaves among thick settlements of low buildings and clusters of trees. (I ...

It is springtime in Paris, 1918. The youngest of the Thibaults, Jacques, has been dead since the beginning of the war; his older brother, A...

He found some leftover pizza in the fridge, tossed it into the microwave, and watched it revolve on the glass plate like some slow-motion ju...

The police had cordoned off the sidewalk and were beginning to make arrests. Something in the air was making Héctor’s eyes water, and the co...

There were no seats and several people already standing, so she grabbed hold of a strap and planted her feet as the bus lurched forward. She...

There was something going on in the park but whatever it was she wasn't in the mood. She walked slowly around the square, barely glancin...

It's been raining since morning and the wind has been driving drops like shotgun pellets against the windows of my room for hours. Outsi...

Most cities grow by tearing down the old to make way for the new, erasing the past, eradicating their own histories. With us, this was never...

The man steps from the doorway, hands deep in the pockets of his worn gray coat, and passes into the crowd unnoticed, flowing through the th...

Possibly it's the end of the world, she's not the one to say, but if so as luck would have it the end of the world finds her in a ci...

Damn, he thinks, what a firetrap this place is. They must have paid somebody off for sure to let this club open at all, a flight of narrow i...

It's been raining since morning. The day broke gray and cold, and the overnight mist off the lake, instead of burning off quickly as the...