Our 90th Anniversary

Most recent stories in Our 90th Anniversary

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  The New Yorker

  

  The Joshua Generation

  The New Yorker - David Remnick

  Race and the campaign of Barack Obama. Barack 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 right: he ran largely on language, on the expression of a …

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  The New Yorker

  

  Richard Avedon

  The New Yorker - Adam Gopnik

  To 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 the age of eighty-one, some light seemed to go out in many lives and around many pleasures. For, …

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  The New Yorker

  

  Tuesday, and After

  The New Yorker - John Updike

  New Yorker writers respond to 9/11. In 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 Town is devoted entirely to the incident, and includes …

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  The New Yorker

  

  Atchafalaya

  The New Yorker - John McPhee

  The struggle to maintain the Mississippi River. Three 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 the river. In evident defiance of nature, they …

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  The New Yorker

  

  Letter from a Region in My Mind

  The New Yorker - James Baldwin

  “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 too loud on Freedom To cloak your weariness; By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do, The silent, sullen …

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  The New Yorker

  

  The Five-Forty-Eight

  The New Yorker - John Cheever

  When 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 of such loathing and purpose that he realized she had been waiting for him. He did not approach …