Chas Carey

Make Sense Who May. I Switch Off.

I started writing columns after I got angry.

Get Off of My (Art) Cloud

I went to see the Rolling Stones’ concert-film Shine A Light this past weekend, and even without having to later restrain a Spectator editor (who shall remain anonymous) from picking

The Bad Plan Early

We sit in a small apartment in Cambridge, Mass., an old friend and I, talking about politics, as usual.

The Worldwide Stall Wall

An attempt to make any sort of prediction about what happened in the big primaries last night would be utterly futile and laughable to you when you actually pick up your papers in a mad rush to gra

The Play’s Still the Thing

The epithet “news junkie” implies an unhealthy addiction to information, and I’d always used it ironically until I was caught pouring over campaign memos at 8 a.m.

Super Tuesday Mad Libs

Despite my best efforts to procrastinate, I had to write this column on Monday night so that the editing staff could have time to deal with news, events, opinions, and things that actually matter a

Texts for Nothing?

In 1942, Samuel Beckett fled Paris with his future wife just hours ahead of a Gestapo raid on their apartment.

Activism for Paper-Writers

If you’re a liberal arts student, chances are you should probably stop reading this column and get back to writing the papers that should, by all rights, be the bread, butter, and unrelenting curse

The Panama Virus of Ron Paulitics

In China, where information does not come freely or easily, the banana crop suffered from a supposed “Panama virus” outbreak this past spring.

Beyond Comics, Toward Discourse

As the executive board of The Fed, we’d like to think that the paper, and Columbia’s campus life in general, have come a long way since 2004.