FEATURED ARTICLES
My Father Murray Urquhart
Brian Urquhart
In 1925, when I was six, my father rode away on his bicycle and never came home again.
Cherry-Picking Our History
Sean Wilentz
Oliver Stone and Peter Kuznick's 'Untold History of the United States'
Speak, Memory
Oliver Sacks
There is, it seems, no mechanism in the mind or the brain for ensuring the truth, or at least the veridical character, of our recollections. We have no direct access to historical truth, and what we feel or assert to be true depends as much on our imagination as our senses. There is no way by which the events of the world can be directly transmitted or recorded in our brains; they are experienced and constructed in a highly subjective way, which is different in every individual to begin with, and differently reinterpreted or reexperienced whenever they are recollected.
MORE »
