Are myths about the rejuvenating power of young blood true?
Our genome is not a blueprint for making humans at all
The next pandemic will be nothing like Ebola
Why my generation forgot to rebel against China’s overlords
From teen-targeting vampires to Lady Báthory’s bloodbaths, we love stories of stolen youth. What if it were possible?
Life doesn’t make trash
A genome is not a blueprint for building a human being, so is there any way to judge whether DNA is junk or not?
How plagues really work
The next pandemic will erupt, not from the jungle, but from the disease factories of hospitals, refugee camps and cities
Reading Howl in China
My generation, once impassioned by the Western literature of rebellion, is now lulled by ‘Wealthy Socialism’
About a boy
Movies and memoirs give us a romantic view of living with a child with Asperger’s but the reality is very different
A second hurricane is battering New Orleans, this time it is an HIV catastrophe whipped up by prejudice and poverty
The first smile
Why do laughter, smiles and tears look so similar? Perhaps because they all evolved from a single root
The god effect
Religion spawns both benevolent saints and murderous fanatics. Could dopamine levels in the brain drive that switch?
The cochlear switch
And so I entered a new world where every tap, squeak, clang, whisper and consonant exploded and sizzled inside my head
The 12-step dogma
The new science of addiction makes 12-step programmes seem like folk medicine. Is the concept of a higher power obsolete?
War in the womb
A ferocious biological struggle between mother and baby belies any sentimental ideas we might have about pregnancy
Where does earth end and space begin? Finding the border between the two is not as simple or scientific as you might think
What were drugs?
The war on drugs was always a war against an idea. But ideas have a shelf-life, too, and this one has lost its potency
The great forgetting
Our first three years are usually a blur and we don’t remember much before age seven. What are we hiding from ourselves?
Know thy selfie
If Narcissus were here he’d be busy on instagram. Can we have a virtuous sense of worth without the vanity of self-love?
The death of a fly is utterly insignificant – or it’s a catastrophe. How much should we worry about what we squash?