Pop Smoke’s “Welcome to the Party” Was an Anthem, Then an Elegy
The New Yorkerby Taran Dugal30 Aug 2026
Mano’s place was a third-story walkup on a quiet stretch of Montrose Avenue, just a few blocks north of the Marcy projects.
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The New Yorkerby Taran Dugal30 Aug 2026
Mano’s place was a third-story walkup on a quiet stretch of Montrose Avenue, just a few blocks north of the Marcy projects.
The New Yorkerby Laura Preston30 Aug 2026
By the time I arrived in Auckland, winter had descended. The North Shore beaches were raw and windswept, the seaside shops vacant.
The New Yorkerby Rita Dove30 Aug 2026
A priest, a rabbi, and a poet walk into a bar and we’re laughing already, calculating their clashing philosophies— New Testament, the Torah, W. B.
The New Yorkerby Becca Rothfeld29 Aug 2026
I worship at the altar of trash, by which I mean that I am one of those cinephiles with a fondness for bad movies.
The New Yorkerby Henry Alford29 Aug 2026
That vague daydream you have about going to Burning Man someday—the one where you emerge from the radical-honesty workshop wearing nothing but patchouli oil and then proceed to writhe ecstatically...
The New Yorkerby Ishaan Tharoor29 Aug 2026
Arjun Poudel, a health reporter in Nepal, was commuting to the offices of the Kathmandu Post, in the country’s capital, when messages started coming in about a disastrous flood in his home town...
The New Yorkerby Naomi Fry29 Aug 2026
From Louisa May Alcott’s “Little Women” to Mary McCarthy’s “The Group,” from “Valley of the Dolls” to “The Golden Girls,” from “Sex and the City,” to, simply, “Girls”—is there anything more...
The New Yorkerby David D. Kirkpatrick29 Aug 2026
Ten years ago, Frank Lowenstein, then the United States special envoy for Israeli-Palestinian negotiations, presented President Barack Obama with maps of settlements by Israeli Jews in the occupied...
The New Yorkerby Albert Samaha29 Aug 2026
Practice Court No. 3 at the U.S. Open, in Queens, sits at the far end of the grounds, beyond the stadiums. Last Sunday, a week before the start of the main draw, the court was at capacity.
The New Yorkerby Nathaniel Lubin28 Aug 2026
For almost two decades, social-media companies have avoided legal consequences for the negative effects of exposure to their products.
The New Yorkerby Dan Kaufman28 Aug 2026
In early March, Philip Gorman, a county supervisor in southern Wisconsin, came across a local news report that had uncovered permits related to plans for a company linked to Meta to build a...
The New Yorkerby Sheldon Pearce, Brian Seibert, Jane Bua, Rhoda Feng, Richard Brody28 Aug 2026
In the past few years, country music has reëxerted its sway on the pop-music charts and the broader Zeitgeist they reflect, but the genre’s greatest crossover success story remains the Texas...
The New Yorkerby Hanif Abdurraqib28 Aug 2026
In the fall of 2024, in the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale, I sat alone in a dim room, holding my cellphone’s flashlight over the cursive correspondence of the American poet and...
The New Yorkerby Inkoo Kang27 Aug 2026
The twentysomething protagonists of the Gen Z hangout comedy “Adults” understand that growing up sometimes requires an intervention.
The New Yorkerby Talib Babb27 Aug 2026
We’ve been working tirelessly here at Google to upgrade our Chrome browser since the last upgrade seven minutes ago.
The New Yorkerby Nicola Twilley27 Aug 2026
When David Martinez saw his home burn down, he and his family—his wife, Lauren, and their twin daughters—had lived in Altadena, California, in their light-filled, ranch-style bungalow, for eight...
The New Yorkerby Caleb Crain27 Aug 2026
We were sitting around a long table, and the topic of conversation was the future of the novel. It felt like a safe topic, because not many people were still reading novels, let alone thinking...
The New Yorkerby Ishaan Tharoor27 Aug 2026
In February, 2025, I met with a delegation of Canadian ministers visiting Washington, D.C. Their aim was to convince the Trump Administration, at the outset of its second term, of the virtues of...
The New Yorkerby Casey Cep26 Aug 2026
It’s tempting to say that all the obituaries are wrong, but that’s wrong, too: Dolly Parton meant something to everybody, so everybody has something of their own to grieve.
The New Yorkerby Kathryn Schulz26 Aug 2026
Four score and three thousand songs ago, in the middle of a whopping winter storm, a sharecropper and his young wife brought forth upon this continent a baby girl named Dolly Parton.