The Joshua GenerationThe New Yorker - David RemnickBarack Obama could not run his campaign for the Presidency based on political accomplishment or on the heroic service of his youth. His record was too slight. His Democratic and Republican opponents were
Richard AvedonThe New Yorker - Adam GopnikTo know Dick Avedon was to know the sun. He radiated out, early and daily, on a circle of friends and family and colleagues, who drew on his light and warmth for sustenance. When he died, last week, at
Tuesday, and AfterThe New YorkerIn the wake of last week’s terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, New Yorker staff writers and contributors reflect on the tragedy and its consequences. This week’s Talk of the is
AtchafalayaThe New Yorker - John McPheeThree hundred miles up the Mississippi River from its mouth—many parishes above New Orleans and well north of Baton Rouge—a navigation lock in the Mississippi’s right bank allows ships to drop out of river.
Letter from a Region in My MindThe New Yorker - James BaldwinFrom 1962: “Whatever white people do not know about Negroes reveals, precisely and inexorably, what they do not know about themselves.” Take up the White Man’s burden— Ye dare not stoop to less— Nor call
Compton The Five-Forty-EightThe New Yorker - John CheeverWhen Blake stepped out of the elevator, he saw her. A few people, mostly men waiting for girls, stood in the lobby watching the elevator doors. She was among them. As he saw her, her face took on a look
No. 1512The New Yorker - Lillian RossThe making of the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer movie “The Red Badge of Courage,” based on the Stephen Crane novel about the Civil War, was preceded by routine disclosures about its production plans from Louella
Cross-Channel Trip-IThe New Yorker - A. J. LieblingThree days after the first Allied landing in France, I was in the wardroom of an LCIL (Landing Craft, Infantry, Large) that was bobbing in the lee of the French cruiser Montcalm off the Normandy coast.
Why We Go To CabaretsThe New Yorker - Ellin MackayOur Elders criticize many things about us, but usually they attribute to us sins too gaudy to be true. The trouble is that our Elders are a trifle gullible; they have swallowed too much of Mr. Scott Fitzgerald
