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The landscape of despair

The landscape of despair

The Catskills mark the northern edge of Appalachia, a region with a 37 percent higher mortality rate for “diseases of despair”—suicide, alcohol and drug overdose—than the rest of the country.

The year’s best stars

The year’s best stars

This week we face into the winter Milky Way, the spiral arm that’s opposite the galactic core. The Aztecs and Mayas regarded this luminescent band as the path taken by the newly departed en route to heaven. In medieval Europe it was called by its Latin name, Via Galactica, meaning “Milk Street.”

Shallow waters

Shallow waters

If the New York Times can send reporters to Antarctica they can damn well send one to Margaretville to cover watershed meetings every once in awhile.

Why did the Spanish flu kill so many people?

Why did the Spanish flu kill so many people?

The 1918 pandemic killed as many people in one year as the Black Death claimed in a century. But it generated surprisingly few headlines at the time. The pandemic’s casualties blurred together in the public mind with those who never returned from the great European bloodbath, which perhaps explains why Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald, writing best-selling novels in the years immediately following the Spanish flu pandemic, never mentioned the disease even once. Moreover, the pandemic lacked a punchy name.

When news breaks

When news breaks

Two senseless accidents claimed the lives of local men in the last several weeks. There’s no one to blame, no one to rage at. Unless you count the local paper, which is taking ferocious heat all over town for publishing a Facebook post about one of the deaths on Friday morning, just a couple of hours after it happened, before all family members could be informed.