The New Yorker
The real Cat Person has spoken—but is there a real Cat Person?
What the saga of a short story tells us about sex, lies and truth in fiction
Gay Talese on the creepiest motel in America
The New Journalism pioneer shares an unsettling, uncertain 30-year-old secret in ‘The Voyeur’s Motel’
Cartoonist’s graphic memoir tackles parental old age and death
Review of ‘Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant’ by Roz Chast
A writer’s love affair with George Eliot’s ‘Middlemarch’
A review of My Life In Middlemarch by Rebecca Mead
‘I was very well-hidden in plain sight’
Françoise Mouly defined The New Yorker and the graphic arts, though is best known as Mrs. Art Spiegelman
REVIEW: The Cursing Mommy’s Book of Days
Book by Ian Frazier
Calvin Trillin and Adam Gopnik on Canadian comestibles
The two writers talked bagels, smoked meat and ice wine while delighting a crowd of food lovers
Canada’s Top Five university comics
Prof. Pettigrew ranks our campus cartoonists
And, oh yeah, it’s about ants
Every so often the New Yorker gives readers their first glimpse of a classic of American fiction. Indeed, all the other apparent functions of that organ are peripheral. What must it have been like to open up the magazine and get hit between the eyes with “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” or “The Lottery” or In Cold Blood or Maus? Today, my friends, you get to find out. “Trailhead” is a free-standing excerpt from the forthcoming first novel by the naturalist E.O. Wilson.
Amazing hidden magazine-cover debates of the future
Two things about the New Yorker terrorist-fist-bump cover, which I will now ruin your mind by reproducing here: