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Terence Davies, who died in 2023, at the age of seventy-seven, is the most original modern British director. He was in his forties when he…
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Terence Davies, who died in 2023, at the age of seventy-seven, is the most original modern British director. He was in his forties when he…
It is hard to overstate the literary impact, in 1997, of Arundhati Roy’s début novel, “The God of Small Things.” A family drama set in a…
Waldorf has brought in Michael Anthony, the longtime executive chef of Gramercy Tavern (where he remains), to create the menu. A hotel…
In this “El Monte,” the science of ethnography is traded for something less rigid, something more whimsical and unconstrained. Whereas…
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It’s about to be a very busy season for the actor André Holland. His latest film, “Love, Brooklyn,” begins its theatrical run on August…
The Frank O’Hara poem “Katy” features seven lines of self-assessing declarations. It is the fifth line that I get the most mileage out of:…
“The Man can’t bust our music,” an advertisement in the underground newspaper Berkeley Barb proclaimed, in November, 1968. The…
The new movie “Eden” features bursts of foul temper, wild sex, grisly violence, and nihilist ideology—a departure, you might say, for Ron…
For a hundred years of New Yorker history (except once, in 2000, for our seventy-fifth anniversary), our covers have featured drawings,…
“Elizabeth Gilbert has a new memoir out.” The mere sentence radiates gentle inspiration—watercolors, billowy pants with elephants printed…
When I was growing up, a critic was a jerk, a crank, a spoilsport. I figured that was the whole idea. My favorite characters on “The…
Santo Taco, one of the newest of the newcomers, opened this spring, in a sliver-slim SoHo space that previously housed La Esquina’s…
If the recent embrace of seemingly—and only seemingly—autonomous machines is any indication, something much less chic than the future…
My father, who was born in New Orleans and who died there just last year, used to always say, “Funny that they call this the Big Easy.” In…
Plus: the eclectic chaos of Haim, Trajal Harrell struts the catwalk at Park Avenue Armory, “Mamma Mia!” returns to Broadway, and more.…
In the studiedly rambunctious comedy “Splitsville,” Michael Angelo Covino and Kyle Marvin play a pair of homewreckers. The home, a…
The main elements of Ethan Coen’s new film, “Honey Don’t!,” are sex and violence. Both involve profound sensations and potentially…
A hundred and one years after James Baldwin’s birth, the writer has become as much an icon as a public intellectual can be—a status that,…
When Chance the Rapper declared “I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail” on “Ultralight Beam,” the opener from West’s 2016 album, “The…
“A person’s tennis,” John McPhee writes in “Levels of the Game,” from 1969, “begins with his nature and background and comes out through…
The town of Schliersee, about an hour south of Munich in the Bavarian Alps, has long been a favored holiday retreat, both for summertime…
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