About those faraway realms: Can we really credit two white Victorians, and their peculiarly German fetish for classification, with the invention of homosexuality? Anticipating this question, the exhibition opens with a global survey of same-sex desire before it...
On Easter Sunday, the Louisville-based singer-songwriter Ryan Davis opened a matinée show for Bill Callahan in the assembly room of a former Catholic school in Kingston, New York. Indoor concerts during daylight hours can feel uncanny, maybe more...
If a recent crop of commercials touting the benefits of artificial intelligence is any indication, lots of Americans these days feel unduly burdened by the demands of everyday cognition. Apparently, it’s asking way too much to expect a...
It’s 2018. I am, for the first time, in a classroom at Great Meadow Correctional Facility, in Comstock, New York, a men’s maximum-security state prison. There are sixteen students in the class. They are white, Black, Latino. A...
Listen and subscribe: Apple | Spotify | Google | Wherever You ListenSign up for our daily newsletter to get the best of The New Yorker in your inbox.For The New Yorker’s series Takes, Carrie Brownstein—the co-creator of Sleater-Kinney...
“To have chosen such a life, as opposed to having been drugged or crimped or hoaxed aboard, was almost defiant in its sense ofalienation,” Geoffrey Wolff writes in his biography of Joshua Slocum, the nineteenth-century merchant sea captain...
Recognizing oneself as one really is and not as one appears to others is the major theme of Elizabeth von Arnim’s work. Von Arnim, an Australian brought up in England, married her first husband, the Count von Arnim,...
When I arrived at the novelist Richard Price’s five-story, nineteenth-century brownstone, in East Harlem, in December, the doorbell was broken. Price and his wife, the writer Lorraine Adams, had left the door unlocked, in anticipation of my visit....
