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The Walrus
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T essa knew she was being watched. After ten minutes of keyboard or mouse inactivity, a timer would appear on her transcription software, asking...


W hile it could provide a decent living, there was never any serious money to be made in book publishing. The shadow of insufficient cash flow...


O n a February morning, seventeen-year-old Maria Brik kissed her mother goodbye and set off for school. She never saw her home—or her homeland,...


O n May 4, 1783, my ancestor William Fraser landed in Shelburne after a nine-day sail from New York City, part of a fleet of thirty ships carrying...


I n 2017, HMCS Chicoutimi undertook a dangerous and difficult assignment. For months, the Canadian submarine operated as part of an international...


How closely have you been reading our online stories this past week? Take The Walrus Weekly Quiz to find out—released every Saturday The post...


I t’s 5:30 a.m. My world is quiet. The only sounds I hear are the heat firing up and my dog eating his breakfast. I’m sitting on my couch when,...


“A ll hope abandon, ye who enter here,” read the gate to hell in Dante Alighieri’s Inferno. The line has been applied to everything from...


T his summer, I got a WhatsApp message with a photo of two professor friends smiling at the camera, sitting at what looked like a conference table:...
