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The New Yorkerby Richard Brody, Dan Stahl, Sheldon Pearce, Vince Aletti, Marina Harss, Rachel Syme20d ago
The torrent of cinema that’s coming to the New York Film Festival (Sept. 25-Oct. 12) displays a thrilling array of artistry from around the world, on both sides of the camera.
The New Yorkerby Jessica Winter21d ago
Over Labor Day weekend, Springfield Public Schools, a district in western Massachusetts that serves twenty-three thousand students across some sixty schools, fell prey to a cyberattack that...
The New Yorkerby Bill McKibben21d ago
Until recently, beef was considered aggressively normal. In 1992, after all, when the National Live Stock and Meat Board launched an advertising campaign, the slogan it chose was “Beef: It’s What...
The New Yorkerby Namara Smith21d ago
All week, The New Yorker has been exclusively announcing the National Book Award longlists. Today, the fiction list has arrived.
The New Yorkerby Josh Gondelman21d ago
It’s that dreary time of year again—back to school, back to work. Thank God for the fall TV lineup.
The New Yorkerby Ishaan Tharoor21d ago
Among Washington’s think tankers and its ranks of retired diplomats, it has become commonplace to talk of the “interregnum.” The old world of the Pax Americana may be dying, to paraphrase Antonio...
The New Yorkerby Katy Waldman22d ago
Emily St. John Mandel’s novels remind me of swimming pools. Her seven works of fiction—which include “The Glass Hotel,” “Sea of Tranquility,” and “Station Eleven,” the 2014 pandemic novel that...
The New Yorkerby Apoorva Tadepalli22d ago
The earliest version of the chemical pregnancy test that we use today, the Aschheim-Zondek test, or A-Z test, was refined in Scotland in the nineteen-thirties.
The New Yorkerby Richard Brody22d ago
The documentarian John Wilson is best known for his HBO series “How To with John Wilson,” and in his first feature film, “The History of Concrete,” he makes clear to viewers the difference between...
The New Yorkerby Joshua Rothman22d ago
“The Turing cops . . . that’s bad heat.” That’s how people talk in “Neuromancer,” William Gibson’s seminal science-fiction novel, from 1984.
The New Yorkerby Brady Brickner-Wood22d ago
The first thing it asks me is what I’d like to call it. Rumi or Harbor, it suggests, but I’m free to give it any name I choose.
The New Yorkerby Rachel Syme23d ago
In 2001, when the fashion designer Bob Mackie was sixty-two years old, he attended the C.F.D.A. Fashion Awards in New York—a swanky annual ceremony put on by the Council of Fashion Designers of...
The New Yorkerby Ruth Marcus23d ago
With three bland, technocratic sentences, the Supreme Court saved the midterm elections. In an unsigned order issued on Monday evening, the Court rebuffed the Trump Administration’s bid to impose...
The New Yorkerby The New Yorker23d ago
This week, The New Yorker is announcing the longlists for the 2026 National Book Awards, including Young People’s Literature, Translated Literature, Poetry, Nonfiction, and Fiction.
The New Yorkerby Taylor Tomlinson23d ago
Marriage does not hold the same draw for me that it once did. You have to grow and change together—and I’m getting pretty set in my ways.
The New Yorkerby Jay Caspian Kang23d ago
This is part of a series of columns about the decline of shame in the age of social media. In the first installment of this series, I wrote about shame as one way that groups of people can mediate...
The New Yorkerby Andrew Marantz24d ago
Is John Wilson famous? In his new movie, “The History of Concrete,” Wilson explores this question the way he explores everything around him: through video footage, most of it captured by his own...
The New Yorkerby Ian Parker24d ago
Until 2019, when he attempted to kill one of his students, Michael Barisone was a leading rider and trainer in the horse-handling sport of dressage.
The New Yorkerby Rivka Galchen24d ago
On a sunny June morning, in a bog outside Beluga, Alaska, I met a Hudsonian godwit. She had inky eyes and a long, slightly upturned beak that was pinkish-orange at its base and brownish-black at...
The New Yorkerby Shalom Auslander24d ago
Will these pants still fit me? 100% No. Is it my fault? 100% Yes. I don’t mean the pants—I mean everything. 100% Yes. It’s a beautiful day, with bright-blue skies, a warm sun, and a cool breeze.
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