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“[T]he relentless note of incipient hysteria, the invitation to panic, the ungrounded scenarios--the overwhelming and underlying desire for something truly terrible to happen so that you could have something really hot to talk about--was still startling. We call disasters unimaginable, but all we do is imagine such things. That, you could conclude mordantly, is the real soundtrack of our time: the amplification of the self-evident toward the creation of paralyzing, preëmptive paranoia.”

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Adam Gopnik
Adam Gopnik

Adam Gopnik is a renowned Canadian writer whose essays and articles on culture, literature, and politics have made a significant impact on public discourse. Born on August 24, 1956, Gopnik has been a staff writer at The New Yorker since 1986, contributing thought-provoking insights into the complexities of modern life. His work, characterized by its wit and emotional depth, has earned him a place among the most influential writers of his generation. more

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