Originally appeared in The Atlantic.

Originally appeared in The Atlantic.

Originally appeared in The Atlantic.
CAIRO, Egypt — The last week in Tahrir has taught a number of cruel lessons, chief among them that the old Marxist chronology of tragedy-then-farce is severely out of date. As my friend Graham Harman has observed, the spectacle of 21st-century camelborne cavalry charges against peaceful demonstrators is itself a blend of Pythonesque absurdity and profound evil. That tragicomedy happened in a single afternoon. What could possibly serve as a second act?
Originally appeared in The Daily.
Milton Berle pushes the TV envelope when the medium is brand-new
When television was first invented, it produced blurry, flickering images that were perfectly adequate for telling ghost stories, but not exactly the stuff of Sweeps Week. In 1947, two decades after the first prototypes whirred to life, about 44,000 TVs were running in the entire United States, which meant television ownership was only slightly more common than Segway ownership is today. The idiot box hadn’t quite caught on.
Originally appeared in The Atlantic.
CAIRO, Egypt — There is trouble in paradise, and its name is fitna. At 2 a.m. yesterday in Tahrir Square, a brawl erupted near the Iberia Airlines office. It was not a fair fight: A crowd ganged up on one middle-aged man who had remarked loudly that he thought the anti-regime coalition was going to fall apart because of religious differences (devout vs. secular, Christian vs. Muslim). Another man overheard him, told him to shut up, and gathered a crowd first to shout him down and then shove him around. The first man gave up and skulked off, eventually scowling alone on the pavement, with his back against the stone wall of a travel agency, his arms hugging his sweater and his hands and face pelted with cold rain. The crowd yelled after him: “Fitna! Fitna! Fitna!” — an Arabic word with a long history and a complicated English meaning, a cross between “strife,” “disagreement,” “discord,” or “sedition.” Or in plain English: “Why can’t we all just get along?”
Originally appeared in The Daily.
No one can be sure how long Anwar Sadat, president of Egypt from 1970 to 1981, remained conscious after the bullets tore through his body. If he lived a minute or two, he might have heard the triumphant words of his assassin, who, after running out of bullets, screamed: “I am Khaled Islambouli. I have killed the pharaoh, and I do not fear death!”
Originally appeared in The Atlantic.
CAIRO, Egypt — The demonstrators have been calling today “the day of departure” for Hosni Mubarak and, with their mission complete, presumably for themselves, too. Many protesters have been in Tahrir Square for as long as a week — exhausted from stress, from having to sleep body-to-body on cold pavement and patchy grass, and from having to improvise (with miraculous effect) a static defense strategy against an enemy with virtually limitless supply lines.
Originally appeared in The Atlantic.
CAIRO — Egypt’s cryptic new vice president, Omar Suleiman, is a man who chooses his words cautiously, if it counts as caution not to speak much at all. So when he said this afternoon that “foreign agents” might have instigated the demonstration against his boss Hosni Mubarak, he probably knew the consequences of his word choice. Today Egyptian state TV called out some of the enemy by name, positing a conspiracy between the Muslim Brotherhood (a major Egyptian element in the protests) and Qataris, who fund the pro-protester network Al Jazeera.
Originally appeared in The Atlantic.
CAIRO, Egypt — When I arrived at Cairo’s international airport on Tuesday afternoon, I had to break curfew to get downtown. Curfew was three in the afternoon, which at this time of year is exactly when the afternoon sun starts hitting the dusty buildings at an angle that makes them glow instead merely look grimy.