394morse_3
Jonathan Morse
Spaces 3
Pigment print on Moab Juniper rag
(24 x 36 inches), 2019
Copyright held by the artist
Frontispiece Spring 2020





394morse1
Jonathan Morse
Spaces 1

Pigment print on Moab Juniper rag
(24 x 36 inches), 2019
Copyright held by the artist
Frontispiece Spring 2020

...Turning Bird-worship into the Birth of the Cool was an amazing knight's move and one Miles would keep making...
Spring 2020, page 3

Welcome to Raritan—a journal of wide-ranging inquiry. In the tradition of independent magazines from the Spectator to Partisan Review, Raritan offers writers and readers the opportunity for sustained reflection and aesthetic pleasure, uncluttered by academic jargon. Founded in 1981 by the distinguished literary critic Richard Poirier, and supported by Rutgers University, Raritan aims to reach the common reader in everyone and to provide a particular experience of reading, one that nurtures an engaged and questioning approach to cultural texts of all sorts: literary, artistic, political, historical, sociological, even scientific.

Our contributors include some of the most prominent thinkers of our time—David Bromwich, Adam Phillips, Jacqueline Rose, Pankaj Mishra—as well as talented younger writers whose voices we have just begun to hear—Corey Robin, Elizabeth Samet, Timothy Parrish, Kate Northrop, Jennifer Burns. In fiction, poetry, and translations as well as reflective essays, Raritan shows that probing inquiry is perfectly compatible with personal style, and that intellectual life, at its best, is a form of serious play. We invite you to explore Raritan and, if you like what you see, to subscribe to our magazine.

Jackson Lears
Editor in Chief

Jackson Lears: Invisible Inheritance
Editor's Note — Summer 2018
1968 is back. Its fiftieth anniversary has produced a flood of books, articles, memoirs, even performance art. The dramatis personae in these narratives rarely vary: along with the inescapable public figures there are recurring  representatives of the restless young—the SDS, the Yippees, the self-styled Maoists, the devotees of Che. I seldom see myself or anyone I knew in these accounts, though I turned twenty-one in 1968 and was profoundly affected by the events of that era. Read more...

3/19/2020: Until further notice, send submissions to rqr@sas.rutgers.edu

Jackson Lears: One Hundred Seconds
Editor's Note — Summer 2020

Selections from our Spring 2020 issue…

Miles the Mercurial
Paul Grimstad

In the summer of 1975 Miles Davis was sequestered in his Upper West Side brownstone, talking to himself in the dark, taking drugs, and not playing, or even picking up, his horn.

Robert Kagan: Machiavellian in the Liberal Disguise
David C. Hendrickson
Robert Kagan is the king of the Washington foreign policy commentariat, or at least its neoconservative wing.

The More You Know (fiction)
Joy Lanzendorfer
Being a ghost is so bogus. Like, what is a ghost even able to do, you know?

The Hundred Oceans of Jonathan Swift
John Cotter

Jonathan Swift saw what dying must be like. He watched an apple spin out of his hand while he held on to it one autumn day in 1689.

Spring 2020
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Winter 2020
392Fall2019

Fall 2019
392Fall2019

Summer 2019
391Summer2019