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Is the Next Great American Novel Being Published on Substack?
This past October, subscribers to Woman of Letters, the Substack newsletter of the writer Naomi Kanakia, received an e-mail titled “Why I am publishing a novella on Substack.” This...
Our Favorite “Only in New York” Spots
“Only in New York” may be a cliché, but only because it’s so true. For Goings On, in our New York-themed centenary issue, we asked staff writers to share...
Rediscovering a Great Film Critic of Hollywood’s Golden Age
Sometimes there’s light at the end of the rabbit hole. When Josef von Sternberg’s film “The Devil Is a Woman,” from 1935, was recently screened, I was curious about...
How Cory Arcangel Recovered a Late Artist’s Digital Legacy
In 2002, the thirty-five-year-old, Luxembourg-born painter Michel Majerus was on a short flight from Berlin, where he lived, to his native country, when the plane crashed, killing him and...
On “Hacks” and “The Studio,” Hollywood Confronts Its Flop Era
For years now, Hollywood has been on a losing streak. In the film and television business, good news has been harder to come by than original stories, with the...
Keith McNally’s Guide to Making a Scene
McNally seemed to enjoy occupying a place in New York’s cultural landscape; he describes McInerney asking for permission to use the restaurant’s image and giving him a manuscript to...
The Battling Memoirs of The New Yorker
In the beginning God created the Heaven and the Earth. Before doing so, however, he sat around with the boys in the bar and thrashed out what exactly he...
Why I Can’t Quit the New York Post
Worse, I’m not sure I want to. If I’m away and something big happens, I usually ask a friend if he can stop by a newsstand so I don’t...
Bill Burr Does Not Want to Talk About Politics
Journalism is not standup comedy. We’re not in the same world.So what do you think your responsibility is?My responsibility is to make you laugh. And, if I’m being malicious,...
My Brain Finally Broke
I feel a troubling kind of opacity in my brain lately—as if reality were becoming illegible, as if language were a vessel with holes in the bottom and meaning...
