The End of the Late-Night Band
There’s a moment from a 2012 episode of Conan O’Brien’s former TBS show that I think about often. O’Brien’s guest, the comedian Eric André, sits down and grabs a microphone from the host’s…
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The Surreal Images of Erick and Elliot Jiménez
In this “El Monte,” the science of ethnography is traded for something less rigid, something more whimsical and unconstrained. Whereas Cabrera sought to present a faithful documentation of…
“Ritu,” by Akhil Sharma
Everyone was looking at us as though they all knew that Ritu had done the work and I had tried to mooch off her. Source link
“Eden” Is a Messy Survival Thriller with Nietzschean Appeal
The new movie “Eden” features bursts of foul temper, wild sex, grisly violence, and nihilist ideology—a departure, you might say, for Ron Howard, a director whose cinematic disposition can…
What The New Yorker Was Watching in 1925
Film criticism at The New Yorker started with a bang: the first movie reviewed in the first issue, dated February 21, 1925, was the German director F. W. Murnau’s “The Last Laugh,” a…
The Celebrity Picture Book Boom
There are no guilty pleasures in childhood. It is only as an adult that I feel a certain sheepishness when recalling one of my favorite picture books, “Ann Likes Red,” by Dorothy Z.…
The Creator of “Subway Takes” One Hundred Per Cent Disagrees
“Subway Takes” is the TikTok version of the “Tonight Show”: wholesome, relatable comedy, even if some episodes do acknowledge the existence of opioids and dick pics. The premise is exactly…
The Vibrant, Disappearing World of India’s Photo Studios
The Jagdish Photo Studio in Manori appeared to Ketaki Sheth as a kind of apparition. A photographer from Mumbai, Sheth owns a home in the coastal village, about a sixty-kilometre drive…
My Mother, New Orleans
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 August of 2005, Hurricane Katrina killed more…
A Merry and Rambunctious “Twelfth Night” in Central Park
On the Saturday evening that I saw “Twelfth Night, or What You Will,” the sole production of the Public Theatre’s Shakespeare in the Park summer season, a raccoon scurried furtively along…
“Missing Sheep,” by Anne Carson
We all play a bit of a game when in love, don’t we? Source link
IRL Brain Rot and the Lure of the Labubu
On a recent quiet weekday morning in Manhattan, I attempted to obtain a Labubu, the cutesy monster doll that has become the biggest international toy fad since Beanie Babies in the late…
Showdown in the Oval
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Helen Oyeyemi’s Novel of Cognitive Dissonance
Few fantasies are harder to wipe away than the romance of a clean slate. Every January, when we’re twitchy with regret and self-loathing, advertisers blare, “New Year, new you,” urging us…
Did Racial Capitalism Set the Bronx on Fire?
Sometimes people say exactly the right thing. Other times, they don’t, and we just pretend that they did. When eighteenth-century Parisians clamored for bread, did Marie Antoinette…
A Season of Unease at the Edinburgh Festival
For a few weeks each August, the Edinburgh International Festival and the Edinburgh Festival Fringe fill every theatre, student center, lecture hall, and pub basement in the Scottish…
The Fiery Mania of Dijon’s “Baby”
Dijon Duenas has one of those voices that’s meant for televised singing competitions and gospel choirs, swooning ballads and achy slow jams. It preens and jilts, wails and whimpers, often…
“And Just Like That . . . ,” Carrie Bradshaw Bids an Unsatisfying Farewell
On Thursday, the third and final season of “And Just Like That . . . ,” the sequel series to “Sex and the City,” came to an unceremonious end. The episode takes place over Thanksgiving,…
“An Open Heart,” by Jamil Jan Kochai
This is the seventh story in this summer’s online Flash Fiction series. Read the entire series, and our Flash Fiction from previous years, here. They cut open my father’s chest and splayed…
Adam Friedland’s Comedy of Discomforts
When CBS announced the cancellation of “The Late Show with Stephen Colbert,” in July, a long-theorized concern came true: the late-night talk show was dead—for real this time!—its embalmed…
How the Bonds Among Virtual-Reality Furries Saved a Life, in “The Reality of Hope”
Watch “The Reality of Hope.” Anyone who doubts the validity of relationships that take place only through a digital medium has never experienced one. But these days most of us have. It…
Why Hasn’t Medical Science Cured Chronic Headaches?
Two decades ago, I was leaving my morning clinic at the hospital where I work when I suddenly felt an excruciating pain in my head. It was as if my skull were exploding while…
The Lives and Loves of James Baldwin
An interviewer once asked James Baldwin if he’d ever write something without a message. “No writer who ever lived,” Baldwin said, “could have written a line without a message.” This is…
The Futility of Simulating Nature
In “The Anthropocene of Illusion,” the photographer Zed Nelson captures how the natural world has been reproduced, reshuffled, and repackaged, sold to visitors in the form of spectacle.…