Spending a lot of required time on classic literature and literary theory, contemporary fiction and recent releases have become my literary haven. I turn to them when I need to cleanse my mind, when I need a break, and maybe most importantly of all, when […]
Winter at The Attic On Eighth is a most festive time, from sharing recipes to mailing old fashioned Christmas cards, cozying up with loved ones and enjoying an endless stream of warm drinks by the fire, or laptop, as it were. From the lazy morning […]
Everyone and their mother has a go-to favorite cranberry recipe, or they (shudder) use canned. I realize that if what you know of cranberry sauce is canned then you’d easily overlook it every single year. But here I am imploring you to pay some attention to it. You won’t regret it. Now, if you’ve made cranberry sauce or want to, let me share my recipe with you. It’s dead-easy and fool-proof (and maybe a third word with a hyphen even).
My cranberry sauce recipe comes from Williams-Sonoma (HYPHEN). I realize I don’t have much of a spin here other than saying this is the only cranberry sauce recipe you’ll ever need or want. I do hope that my photos will help you, and that my words make you laugh (and also help). And now, the recipe.
If you’re reading this and you are American, congratulations! You made it through the first nine months of Trump’s presidency and are now facing your first Thanksgiving with him as president. Last year felt a little unbelievable – we all talked over turkey and stuffing […]
Detail of Frederic Leighton’s 1869 painting, “Elektra at the Tomb of Agamemnon.”
Theatre in ancient Greece was made by and for men. Yet, many of the plays we have from then display interestingly almost-feminist qualities—at least when viewed through a modern lens. The example usually cited is Aristophanes’ comedy Lysistrata, a classic story of husbands getting “put out on the couch” to stop a war, but what really interest me are the tragedies. My senior year of high school, I auditioned for a university theatre scholarship with a monologue from a hysterically old-fashioned translation of Euripides’ Elektra. I got the scholarship but wound up attending a different school and majoring in biology. Still, this was the beginning of my love affair with the Greek tragedies. Or, more specifically, their heroines.
Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance, an annual day of remembrance for the transgender community and its allies to commemorate and draw attention to the horrifying violence that the community endures. This day is horribly significant each year with reported and correctly gendered murders of […]
Sunday Strolls is a new Attic series in which our Editors offer you a glimpse into their everyday lives by taking you around some of the cities they call home. In this first edition, Olivia walks you around her second most-frequented Swiss city, Neuchâtel. Filled with […]
Although I am completely, absolutely, entirely exhausted from explaining women’s issues to men in the hopes that they will listen instead of saying “okay, but not me!” it seems we are not quite finished. Large-scale predators like Harvey Weinstein, Louis C.K., and Kevin Spacey are finally being held accountable for their actions, and it has been heartening indeed to see condemnation of these creeps from men. But I don’t want to simply give men a pat on the back for this because the bar is so incredibly low. It takes no courage whatsoever to write a tweet about how you’ll miss watching House of Cards but you just can’t do it anymore because Kevin Spacey and Frank Underwood are apparently one and the same. It takes no courage whatsoever to insert “yeah, he is hilarious and smart, but I guess he’s a sexual harasser” in conversations about Louis C.K. So while your efforts are nice, I want to see so much more from the men in my life.
Traveling on the Orient Express has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. I love trains, and I’ve been aesthetically drawn to the early twentieth century since I first watched The Secret Garden as a small child. Instead of fading […]