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David Hockney’s “Going Up Garrowby Hill”
There are many ways to celebrate spring, but few contemporary artists have devoted more attention to the topic than David Hockney. The cover of the June 9, 2025, issue...
How Margaret Fuller Set Minds on Fire
In the four and a half decades since its founding, the Library of America has issued not only the pillars of our national literature but such populist fare as...
What We Get Wrong About Violent Crime
Late on a Sunday night in June of 2023, a woman named Carlishia Hood and her fourteen-year-old son, an honor student, pulled into Maxwell Street Express, a fast-food joint...
Jarvis Cocker Is Out of the Rain
This month, the beloved British pop band Pulp will release “More,” its first new album in twenty-four years. Jarvis Cocker, the band’s founder, lyricist, and front man, has engaged...
Sebastião Salgado’s View of Humanity
Last year, on the occasion of Taschen’s reissue of “Workers” (originally published in 1993), I had the chance to interview Salgado over video chat. He was in Paris, sitting...
In Praise of Jane Austen’s Least Beloved Novel
“Northanger Abbey” is the least beloved of Jane Austen’s six novels. It also appears frequently in university-level literature classes. These two things are related.Completed largely in 1798 and 1799,...
Brian Eno Knows “What Art Does”
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.In the...
Rashid Johnson’s Own “Poem for Deep Thinkers”
It’s an epic display of small ideas. But what gives the exhibition its coherence is Johnson’s consistent—if tonally varied—engagement with literature. “A Poem for Deep Thinkers” is named after...
John Singer Sargent’s Scandalous “Madame X”
Summer is a season ripe for scandal; people tend to be overheated and understimulated, looking to mist their crisping minds with idle gossip. Minor controversies can boil over, given...
Jack Whitten Went Hard in the Paint
He poured the paint in layers and combed through it with an Afro pick. Or he froze and shattered it, reassembling the shards into new wholes. Like an alchemist,...
