Siva Vaidhyanathan is the author of The Googlization of Everything (And Why We Should Worry) (California, 2011); The Anarchist in the Library: How the Clash Between Freedom and Control Is Hacking the Real World and Crashing the System (Basic Books, 2004); and Copyrights and Copywrongs: The Rise of Intellectual Property and How It Threatens Creativity (New York, 2001). He has written for the American Scholar, Dissent, the Chronicle of Higher Education, the New York Times Magazine, and elsewhere. He is a fellow at the New York Institute for the Humanities and the Robertson Professor of Media Studies at the University of Virginia.
Tonight my ten-year-old daughter will beg us to stay up until 11 p.m. so she can watch the first presidential debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. And we might relent. But it breaks my heart.
Long before I had a child, back when I thou [...]
Her skin was dryer than usual. Her eyes had deeper bags than a student in her twenties should have. Her hair was pulled back severely in a way that demanded the least possible care. And she was speaking at a rapid rate about how she needed to take eighteen credits—six courses—to fulfill her plan to complete a double major in chemistry and French. This was supposed to be an advising session to help a second-year student choose her major and courses for the next semester. Instead, it became something more urgent.
Hotel Saravana Bhavan is one of the newer restaurants in Manhattan’s Curry Hill neighborhood. Its decor is simple. There are no silk prints of Mughal art. There are no large carved elephants. The tables are Lucite. The chairs and booths have beige padded vinyl. Nothing about the design panders to the nostalgia of the dozens of South Indian families who eat there every evening. Nothing about it evokes India, for that matter. But, as any patron will testify, Saravana Bhavan serves consistently outstanding food.
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