Having faked his 2001 assassination in the Mt. Scopus Hyatt Hotel, General Gandhi has spent the last several years under deep cover as a failed Arabist graduate student living in a tidal fen. When not battling hypothermia, he enjoys reading about life sciences, particularly frogs. You can read his stupid thoughts on Twitter (@Bro_Pair) or, occasionally, in Et tu, Mr Destructo, Gawker, and Jacobin.


Read General Gandhi's column, The Gist, or his recent features: 

On the Death of Philip Seymour Hoffman
Forgive Me My Foul Murder