On Leaks, Power, and the Sinister Whisper of a Russian Email Address

A Stranger in the Inbox

this is gonna sound very strange, butI think of the inbox as a body. Mine is tidy, curated, a small plot of land where every email breathes its tiny pulse into the hum of the ordinary.

Therefore, it was with a jolt of electric shock that I now imagine another inbox, vast, sprawling, belonging to a man who embodies the public face of American strength, di…