And Your Little Dog, Too, by David Sedaris
“He just bit me!” I said. The woman stood upright and pushed her hair away from her face. She was pretty except for her mouth, which was…
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“He just bit me!” I said. The woman stood upright and pushed her hair away from her face. She was pretty except for her mouth, which was…
On my first visit to the original Babbo—God, it must have been twenty years ago—I remember being stunned at my first bite of the…
The Nobel Prize winner Olga Tokarczuk’s fiction is known for its interest in the porosity of boundaries—between nations, between…
The stark Greenlandic landscape is a persistent presence in Storch’s photos, and low, horizontal sunlight is everywhere. In one of…
Aggie Wiggs, a famous Pulitzer Prize-winning writer, is living in a home that is far too big for her in Oyster Bay, a wealthy enclave on…
COBB: Well, I’ll ask you the question that I use when I conclude any interview with any subject, which is: Is there anything that we…
This year’s best movies feel plugged in, inextricably connected to forces bigger than the ordinary faces of local and private…
Also: Alvin Ailey’s annual City Center residency, the D.I.Y. virtuoso Jay Som, Alexandra Schwartz’s Shakespeare-movie picks, and more.…
Bion, who was born in 1897, in Muttra, India, to a European father and an Anglo-Indian mother, moved to England for boarding school at age…
In Clint Bentley’s adaptation of a Denis Johnson novella, Joel Edgerton plays a builder of bridges who finds himself increasingly cut off…
In addition to not being a tell-all, “American Canto” is not a book about Trump, nor is it about politics, as Nuzzi establishes in an…
On his return to Frankfurt, he found it: the life of Götz von Berlichingen, an early-sixteenth-century knight with a prosthetic iron hand,…
For the cover of the December 8, 2025, issue, the cartoonist Klaas Verplancke wanted to capture how, as he put it, “shiny gold pales in…
In this outline, “The Chair Company” could be a sketch premise: “guy loses it after embarrassing himself at a big meeting.” This was the…
“Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead,” his 1966 Shakespearian meta-theatrical puzzle, about tertiary characters grappling with their…
It was somewhere on a deserted highway in Ohio at about 4 A.M., with a rain machine, while I was shooting “White Noise.” I think I felt,…
There is something inspiring about an ugly building. I don’t mean high-concept ugly, like a brutalist tower, but rather a place that’s…
My cat, Harriet, is curled up on the TV console when I walk into the living room. She blinks at me, slowly. Cats blinking at you is…
There is a street in Naples, Via San Gregorio Armeno, where you can find shop after shop presided over by artisans whose specialty is…
Oil and masculinity: both are oftentimes crude, both are considered toxic in the twenty-first century. So it only makes sense that the two…
Rea Irvin, the magazine’s first art editor, is best known for creating Eustace Tilley, the monocled dandy whose upturned nose has graced…
The endgame of capitalism, in his account, is a world where “almost nothing escaped commodification.” Beckert here refers to commodities…