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When a storm surge swept dozens of wild horses and cattle from the coast of North Carolina, no one expected there to be survivors. Then hoofprints appeared in the sand. Issue no. 132 — “True Grit,” by J.B. MacKinnon — is now live at The Atavist.
The shifting, amphibious nature of Cedar Island was never more apparent than on the morning of September 6, 2019. Under the whirling violence of Hurricane Dorian, maps lost all meaning. The Pamlico and Core Sounds joined to become a single, angry body of water, shrinking Cedar Island to a fraction of its acreage. It was no longer separated from the mainland by the thin blue line of the Thorofare, but by nearly six miles of ocean.
Most of the 250 or so people living on the island were safe, their homes built on a strip of not-very-high high ground precisely to weather the wrath of hurricanes. The wild horses—49 in all—were in much deeper trouble.
There were also some cows. The cows did not have names.
Our latest feature, "True Grit," is a remarkable story about the unexpected survivors of Hurricane Dorian. Read it today!
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sahilkasera · 6 months
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The Atavist Magazine
I apologize for the brevity of my previous response, and I appreciate your request to expand on it. Allow me to provide you with more information about The Atavist Magazine. The Atavist Magazine is a publication that delves into immersive long-form journalism. It is known for showcasing compelling stories that combine rigorous reporting, vivid storytelling, and elegant design. The magazine…
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viridianmasquerade · 1 year
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Um, petition to bring this back immediately
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longreads · 1 month
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The latest Atavist Magazine issue, by Hallie Lieberman, is a true crime story about a mysterious figure who preyed on gay men in Atlanta. From the introduction: 
There were men who said they’d narrowly escaped the Handcuff Man, and rumors that some of his victims hadn’t survived. But there were also people who thought that he was nothing more than an urban legend. Jordan’s assault would bring the truth to light: Not only did the Handcuff Man exist, but there were people in Atlanta who knew his name, including members of the police force. He hadn’t been caught because, it seemed, no one was trying in earnest to catch him.
Read an excerpt of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” on Longreads.
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xumoonhao · 11 months
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what i read in may 2023 💖
WHAT I READ THIS MONTH: MAY 2023
(entries marked with an * indicate favourites; entries marked with a ! indicate things i didnt like)
ONLINE ARTICLES
The Millennial Vernacular of Fatphobia by Anne Helen Petersen | Culture Study
The Medical Medium and the True Believer by Dan Adler | Vanity Fair
How Many Well Intentioned People Dehumanise Children by Racheous | Racheous
How Horror Reflects Societal Fears by Frankie Wallace | The Review Geek
* What If You Actually Cared About Tea? by Jordan Michelman | TASTE
Here’s How to Actually Be Kinder to Yourself by Jenna Ryu | SELF
Inside the Delirious Rise of ‘Superfake’ Handbags by Amy X. Wang | The New York Times
* Fish Are Not Insentient Dullards by Ben Goldfarb | Nautilus
Listening To The Creatures Of The World by Karen Bakker | Noema Magazine
The plastic road to Everest Base Camp by Madigan Cotterill| Canadian Geographic
! The 10 most iconic jewels through history by Daisy Woodward | BBC
The Titanic of the Pacific by Tyler Hooper | Atavist
TIMELINE: Deinstitutionalization And Its Consequences by Deanna Pan | Mother Jones [may 17]
World's Best--And Worst--Places To Be Mentally Ill by Allen Frances, MD | Psychiatric Times
BOOKS
! Son of a Trickster, Trickster #1 by Eden Robinson (2017)
! Blind Tiger, The Pride #01 by Jordan L. Hawk (2021)
* Tastes Like War by Grace M. Cho (2021)
! Don't Believe It by Charlie Donlea (2018)
! Untamed by Glennon Doyle (2020)
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lantruong · 1 year
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One of the illustrations I worked on for The Atavist Magazine. "The Curious Case of Nebraska Man. A fossil tooth, a splashy debate, and a strange chapter in America's long history of science denialism." Big thanks to AD Ed Johnson for the assignment!
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candiedspit · 1 year
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Hey if u are still looking for true crime stories I read “A Crime Beyond Belief” by katia savchuk on the atavist magazine recently
Yes!! I’ll check this out tomorrow thank you!
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cwnerd12 · 1 year
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Holy shit this is one of the most fucked up things I’ve read in a while.
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atavist · 10 months
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A romance scammer conned my mom. I went to Nigeria to find him.
“The Romance Scammer on My Sofa,” issue no. 140 from The Atavist Magazine, is now available:
In Nigeria, Yahoo boys are online fraudsters. Their nickname comes from the email service Yahoo, which became popular in Nigeria in the 2000s, and they are descendants of the infamous 419 scammers, who, first with letters, and later in emails, promised to help strangers get rich for a nominal advance fee. (The number is a reference to a section of the Nigerian criminal code pertaining to fraud.) Biggy is a particular kind of Yahoo boy: a romance scammer who pretends to be other people online to seduce foreigners into trusting him and giving him money.
Biggy’s game is all about intimacy. He invests time in building what seems like a real relationship with his victims. He flatters them, tells them jokes, asks intimate questions. “The most important thing about being a Yahoo boy is keeping the conversation alive,” Biggy told me. “Dating is all about patience. It takes a long time before a client starts trusting you.”
Yahoo boys, I was learning, love euphemisms.
Biggy estimated that over his ten years—and counting—as a romance scammer, he’d lined his pockets with $30,000 from people he conned. People yearning for love. People like my mother.
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teachandwrite-blog · 2 years
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52 Blue
There is a whale in the northern Pacific Ocean named 52 Blue.
Scientists named him this because he sings at a frequency of 52 MHz.
Other whales like him sing at frequencies between 15 and 25 MHz.
They cannot hear his song.
He has been called the loneliest whale in the world.
Normally, whales are not lonely. They are communal creatures. They live in family groups.
They migrate from warm waters, where they give birth, to cool waters, where they find food.
They follow the same migratory route year after year.
52 Blue is different.
He lives alone.
He doesn’t follow a migratory route.
He wanders the ocean.
“Not all who wander are lost,” says the old saying.
Neither are those who wonder.
The wonderers usually find what they are looking for.
Or what they are looking for finds them.
52 Blue is a wandering, wondering whale.
Here is a Fibonacci poem for 52 Blue.
whale
song
lonely
where are you?
wandering, singing
singing unheard wandering songs
can you hear me? are you there? are you? i am alone
listening, longing for songs gently sung, i hear you song in water, i’m here, i’m here
we sing at diff’rent frequencies, migrate along diff’rent routes, wandering, wondering
unheard, unknown, wandering the sea, song in water
singing unheard wondering songs
wondering, singing
who are you?
gentle
song
whale
- Trevor Scott Barton, Fibonacci Poems, 2022
(If you’d like to learn more about 52 Blue, read the amazing Leslie Jamison in long form journalism in her story “52 Blue” in The Atavist Magazine here https://magazine.atavist.com/52-blue/)
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mystacoceti · 2 years
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Let us take the following example. A young girl, invited to a party, left to herself (no mother to guide her), might well select the following ensemble: a Mexican cotton wedding dress (though she’s not a bride probably no virgin, either — thus at one swoop turning  garment which in its original environment is an infinitely potent symbol into a piece of decoration); her grandmother’s button boots (once designed to show off the small feet and moneyed leisure of an Edwardian middle class who didn’t need to work and rarely had to walk); and her old school beret dug out of the loft because she saw Fay Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde (and a typical role-definition garment changes gear).
All these eclectic fragments, robbed of their symbolic content, fall together to form a new whole, a dramatisation of the individual, a personal style. And fashion today (real fashion, what real people wear) is a question of style, no longer a question of items in harmony. ‘What to wear with what’ is no longer a burning question; in the 1960s, everything is warn all at once.
Style means the presentation of the self as a three-dimensional art object, to be wondered at and handled. And this involves a new attitude to the self which is thus adorned. The gaudy rags of the flower children, the element of fancy dress even in ‘serious’ clothes (the military look, the thirties revival), extravagant and stylised  face-painting, wigs, hairpieces, amongst men the extraordinary recrudescence of the decorative moustache (and, indeed, the concept of the decorative man), fake tattooing — all these are in the nature of disguises.
Disguise entails duplicity. One passes oneself of as another, who may or may not exist — as Jean Harlow or Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds or Al Capone or Sergeant Pepper. Though the disguise is worn as play and not intended to deceive, it does nevertheless give a relaxation from one’s own personality and the discovery of maybe unsuspected new selves. One feels free to behave more freely. This holiday from the persistent self is the perpetual lure of fancy dress. Rosalind in disguise in the Forest of Arden could pretend to be a boy pretending to be a seductress, satisfying innumerable atavistic desires in the audience of the play. And we are beginning to realise once again what everybody always used to know, that all human contact is profoundly ambiguous. And the style of the sixties expresses this knowledge.
The Bonnie and Clyde clothes and the guru robes certainly don’t indicate a cult of violence or a massive swing to transcendental meditation (although Rave magazine did feature a ‘Raver’s Guide’ to the latter subject in the November issue); rather, this rainbow proliferation of all kinds of fancy dress shows a new freedom many people fear, especially with something to lose when the frozen, repressive, role-playing world properly starts to melt.
from “Notes for a Theory of Sixties Style”, Angela Carter
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longreads · 8 months
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There is a noise that, for a Navy captain, may well be the worst sound imaginable—worse than the boom of cannon fire, the whistle of a missile, or the whoosh of a torpedo. That noise is the long, piercing scrape of metal against rock. It’s the sound, quite simply, of everything going wrong.
The latest Atavist Magazine story by Robert Kolker recounts how a a wrong turn led to the largest peacetime disaster in American naval history. Read an excerpt on Longreads now.
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Once Zaoui confirmed that the EUAs were subject to VAT, he made an experimental trade, buying 30,000 euros’ worth of VAT-free EUAs from the Netherlands, then selling them with VAT included. It worked exactly as he had hoped. Just like that, he was 6,000 euros richer. He couldn’t believe how easy it was, and how dumb. “How did they come up with this stupid idea of applying a VAT on an asset that is immaterial?” Zaoui remembers thinking.
Watch It Burn - The Atavist Magazine
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