Renee Rapp, the North-Carolina-born soprano with a voice sharp enough to slice NATO red tape, has become an unlikely export commodity—one that even the most protectionist regimes haven’t bothered to tariff. From Berlin basement clubs to Seoul karaoke booths, her vocal runs are now traded like cultural cryptocurrency, a soft-power asset whose market cap rises…
The Global Democracy Sale: Everything Must Go, Terms and Conditions Apply DATELINE—Somewhere with functioning Wi-Fi and a suspiciously empty ballot box. Democracy, that plucky Athenian start-up turned planetary franchise, is having a clearance event. From the marble steps of the Acropolis to the fluorescent-lit community centers of Iowa, the brand is being re-imagined, repackaged and—when…
From the Deck of a Slowly Sinking Cruise Ship Somewhere Between the Gulf of Mexico and the Mariana Trench by Our Correspondent-at-Large, still waiting for the Wi-Fi to load The phrase “Sam Houston vs Hawaii” sounds like the kind of fever dream you’d get after eating too much poke washed down with lukewarm Lone Star…
Elissa Slotkin and the Quiet Art of Not Being Donald Trump By our man in the cheap seats, watching America audition for a reboot no one asked for Somewhere between the burnt-coffee smell of a Vienna train station and the faint whiff of tear gas drifting out of a Parisian banlieue, it’s easy to forget…
