Remember Jonah Lehrer, the pop-psychology author and New Yorker staff writer who invented Bob Dylan quotes and somehow managed to plagiarize himself? After resigning from his magazine gig in mid-2012, and watching his publisher retract two of his three books, Lehrer laid low for a few years—but not so low as to…
Got a spare 45 minutes? I don’t care, read George Saunders’ New Yorker piece on Trump supporters anyway. It is undoubtedly the most fun you’ll have weeping for our lost nation all week.
Stop what you are doing right this minute and prepare yourself for the arrival of thoroughly shocking news: John McPhee has written a ponderous New Yorker story about the process of writing itself.
Over at The New Yorker (dot com), “John McCain has a few things to say about Donald Trump.” And, well, who cares?
Right now in Belgium, if you wanted to die, a team of doctors would be there to help you. You need not have a terminal illness, or be necessarily anywhere close to the end of your life. You could be depressed or suffering from anxiety or any number of psychological ailments and that would be enough to constitute…
According to reports, long-time New Yorker music critic Sasha Frere-Jones is leaving the magazine to join Genius, an annotation website with generous VC funding and a vast database of rap lyrics.
The New Yorker, a magazine, has just opened its Internet "archives" (dating back to 2007) as a readers' jubilee in advance of its upcoming move to the world of paywalled journalism, three months hence. So much New Yorker to muck around in! So many words! So many stories! So many stories with so many words in them!
Jonah Lehrer has a new blog, and Malcolm Gladwell likes it. According to Gawker's computerized plagiarism analysis, it includes two unoriginal statements: "It's a simple question with a complicated answer," and "At first glance, the answer seems obvious." So Lehrer's moved on to clichés now.
John Lennon's cartoons are set to be auctioned to a wealthy private buyer at Sotheby's later this year, but they wouldn't necessarily be out of place on the back page of the New Yorker.
Eric Holder "told me that he will leave office sometime this year," Jeffrey Toobin writes in the latest issue of The New Yorker. Holder, the first African-American attorney general in U.S. history and a favorite punching-bag of conservatives, has long been rumored to be on his way out at the Justice Department.
On Sunday The New Yorker published David Remnick’s splashy 17,000-word profile of Barack Obama, featuring the second-term President’s thoughts on marijuana, partisan gridlock, and hazy plans for his family’s post-White House life. The magazine’s access came with a price, though.
Malcolm Gladwell deepens our understanding of smarm by explaining that when Dave Eggers wrote the words "Do not be critics," he meant people should be critics.
The New Yorker is trolling us, or Boston, or both.
Wildly successful proverb investigator Malcolm Gladwell is a writer for The New Yorker, the most prestigious magazine journalism outlet in America. Despite this fact, he says that—as a policy—he does not do journalism.
E.D.M. will be the death of our culture, if molly doesn't kill us all first. That is what I gathered from "Night Club Royale," the New Yorker's semi-profile of Paris Hilton's ex, producer/DJ Afrojack, who amused me so when I saw him at the Electric Daisy Carnival in 2012, and through whom writer Josh Eells gives us a…
This week, the New Yorker published a long elegy of New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s 12-year legacy. It’s brutal. Media critic Ken Auletta paints Bloomberg as a jackbooted, power-hungry bruiser: “the biggest plutocrat in a plutocratic capital, a creature of Wall Street who, flagrantly and legally, tapped his…
That Bert and Ernie New Yorker cover that the Socialist Left has been gushing about this morning was not conceived overnight, in a sleepless fit of post-DOMA glee. Rather, artist Jack Hunter's image of Sesame Street's most famous same-sex cohabitants dates back to May of 2012.
Today in "The New Yorker Will Publish Anything John McPhee Writes, No Matter How Tedious," please allow us to present, per The New Yorker's own press release: "John McPhee writes about 'The Orange Trapper,' a device he uses to compulsively retrieve stray golf balls." Interesting.
Last week, John McPhee published a lengthy piece on The Structure of Nonfiction Writing in The New Yorker. The collective eye-glaze of readers upon hearing that news could cover all the world's donuts. We're happy to report, though, that McPhee has surprised us.
In honor of the annual Eustace Tilley contest at The New Yorker, in which readers submit their reinterpretations of the magazine's dandyish mascot for the cover, editor Silvia Killingsworth dug up this 2009 interpretation by Fred Benenson — a rendition consisting entirely of the Emoji, the built-in iPhone text icons.…
