It's the 2023 ToB presented by Field Notes!
Welcome to the 2023 Tournament of Books presented by Field Notes. And look, a brand new website! It’s time to Rooster!
Humans have kept elephants for thousands of years, longer than we’ve domesticated chickens. Yet the great animals’ capacity to cry for freedom comes as a shock.
Between love and tacos, sometimes it’s better to choose tacos. Our series continues where we ask novelists to dine out, then write us something that 1) is a restaurant review; 2) is not a restaurant review.
Eve becomes a woman of many lives, whether trying her first cigarette or weeping in a wedding dress.
A Marxist upbringing, graduating into a recession, and a lineage of missed opportunities make a brutal combination.
London traffic, bladder control, and a runaway Cordelia challenge a mostly wool production of Shakespeare’s King Lear.
Three near-drownings elucidate the wisdom of a 17th-century guide to swimming safety and technique.
Photographer Catherine Leutenegger chronicles the decline of the Eastman Kodak Corporation and the city built by Big Yellow.
In search of a remedy for MS, a journey out of the gridlock of America’s health system and into the jungles of Belize, where medicine men promise cures for everything that ails you.
Even a fake history of blogging—going back to the Old Internet, when HTML templates were so raw—offers insight into how we reached today’s web and survived comments.
After moving from a state that recognizes same-sex marriage to one that doesn’t, a couple’s marriage becomes a partnership, and they are suddenly forced into new roles.
A young abstract painter from San Francisco explains why Instagram is the best art critic of all.
A new series where we ask a novelist to eat in a restaurant, then write us something that meets two criteria: 1) it is a restaurant review; 2) it is not a restaurant review.
Two dozen people—a banker, a sex worker, a pastor, “the World’s First Publicly Traded Person”—tell us the best way to invest a single dollar.
When a genetic disease looms, we’re more like our parents than we’d like to believe—and when we become parents, that fear only grows.
The business and madness of modern sports appear, through subtle augmentation, in classics of American art.
Outsider artists draw outsider patrons, some who smell like horses. Not even the art gallery world’s aura of intimidation will keep them away.