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The New Yorkerby Emily Nussbaum14d ago
Igor Golyak’s “Delirium,” a madcap, sneakily emotional reinvention of the 1962 Eugène Ionesco play “Frenzy for Two, or More,” opens with an alarming tableau: a dust-coated man is lying face down...
The New Yorkerby Chang Che14d ago
In 1884, Charles Parsons invented a machine that revolutionized the mass production of electricity.
The New Yorkerby Richard Brody15d ago
In November, 2023, and April, 2024, the Israeli journalist Yuval Abraham wrote a pair of articles about the high number of civilian casualties in the attacks that Israel launched in Gaza in...
The New Yorkerby Jill Lepore15d ago
“The book is a repository for the past,” Kate Atkinson once remarked about her début work. “The book is, in its own way, my own museum.” Few literary novelists are as obsessed with the past—as a...
The New Yorkerby Ishaan Tharoor15d ago
When the plane bearing the Chinese President, Xi Jinping, lands at Joint Base Andrews on Wednesday afternoon, his American counterpart will be waiting for him. U.S.
The New Yorkerby Jon Allsop16d ago
In November, 2018, the day after midterm elections that went badly for the Republican Party, Jim Acosta, then a White House correspondent at CNN, questioned President Donald Trump about his...
The New Yorkerby Robert P. Baird16d ago
Literary lives, like the lives of plants, follow many trajectories. Some bloom early. Some blossom late.
The New Yorkerby Naaman Zhou16d ago
One of Ed Sheeran’s enduring contributions to the texture of twenty-first-century music—let’s say you are looking for one—will probably be the repopularization of the loop pedal.
The New Yorkerby Jay Caspian Kang16d ago
Earlier this year, I wrote a series of columns about how the decline of the Church in America had eroded the social infrastructure that once supported sustained political protest in this...
The New Yorkerby Zach Zimmerman16d ago
A.I. deletes the recipe for Hidden Valley ranch and no one wants to live in that world. A.I. resurrects Genghis Khan and elects him to the U.N. Security Council. A.I.
The New Yorkerby Julian Lucas17d ago
America’s longest-running paternity dispute has seemingly come to an end: Thomas Jefferson fathered children with Sally Hemings, his enslaved chambermaid, and the Smithsonian has the DNA to prove...
The New Yorkerby Benjamin Wofford17d ago
Last September, Ellie Fisher, a third-year law student at Texas Tech, was in her 2 P.M. seminar, Race and Racism, when another student interrupted class to announce that the conservative activist...
The New Yorkerby Hua Hsu17d ago
It was nearing midnight on a balmy Sunday in July, and there was still no sight of Jay-Z. This was the last of three sold-out concerts at Yankee Stadium, and somehow the tens of thousands of fans...
The New Yorkerby Casey Cep17d ago
Barbara Kingsolver always struggles with beginnings. “I write probably one hundred pages to get to page one of any novel,” she told me recently. “Not all at once—like, eight or nine pages a day.
The New Yorkerby Margaret Talbot17d ago
If you’ve followed the debate over falling birth rates in the United States, you could be forgiven for thinking that most of the fretting comes from the anti-feminist right.
The New Yorkerby Isaac Chotiner17d ago
At least twenty-one people, many of them children, were killed earlier this week after a building collapsed in Gaza City, highlighting the dangerous conditions that still exist in the Gaza Strip.
The New Yorkerby Peter Slevin17d ago
When Zach Lahn entered the Republican primary race for governor of Iowa, he recalled at a recent rally, “my wife was the only one who the whole time said, ‘You’re going to win.’ ” A first-time...
The New Yorkerby Charles Bethea17d ago
Shaquille O’Neal first messaged Mac McClung a decade ago, when McClung was a seventeen-year-old living in Gate City, Virginia, scoring sixty points in a game and doing reverse-windmill dunks over...
The New Yorkerby Rebecca Mead17d ago
When Georgia Oakley was in her final year of secondary school, in Berkshire, England, she went to a movie audition on a lark.
The New Yorkerby Rachel Levin17d ago
The writer Mark Kurlansky, a seventy-seven-year-old man with a bad back, was futzing around in his apartment on the Upper West Side the other day when his daughter flashed her phone at him with...
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