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“The Beauty” Is a Hot Mess
In the new Ryan Murphy horror thriller “The Beauty,” a virus turns its hosts into perfect physical specimens overnight. Men wake up with rippling biceps, Hawaiian-roll abs, and the...
Donald Trump, Drama Queen
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A Début Novel About the Quest for Eternal Youth
Cash’s dialogue is the novel’s greatest trick. It’s blunt, even a little wooden, yet she wields it with a quicksilver touch, creating volleys of unblinking banter that read like...
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Why Albums Drop and Movies Launch
For this week’s Infinite Scroll column, Brady Brickner-Wood is filling in for Kyle Chayka.In the summer of 2007, Kanye West and 50 Cent were embroiled in a high-wattage—and highly...
An Artist Seeks Reinvention by Living Off the Grid in “Far West”
Lala Abaddon doesn’t have an address. Her home, made from scratch, sits off a rocky road, deep in the desert mountains of the American West. “I wrote the realtor,...
Adrian Tomine’s “Post-Vacation”
For the cover of the January 26, 2026, issue, the cartoonist Adrian Tomine depicted a scene that New Yorkers often encounter in the depths of winter. “I inevitably see...
When Bernie Sanders Headed for the Hills
Bernie Sanders was just a skinny, gap-toothed kid from Brooklyn in the autumn of 1953, when Vermont opened an information bureau at 1268 Avenue of the Americas, next door...
The Cold Comfort of a Helene Schjerfbeck Painting
“Self-Portrait with Black Background” (1915).Art work by Helene Schjerfbeck / Courtesy Finnish National Gallery / Metropolitan Museum of Art; Photograph by Hannu AaltonenIn 1883, Schjerfbeck travelled to Brittany, where...
What Makes a Good Mother?
It is only in the modern era that women’s own experience of pregnancy, childbirth, and mothering begins to be widely recorded, and here, too, there is an omnipresent sense...
How to Kill a Fish
A full week later, when I unwrapped the bonito fillets that Yamasaki had sent me home with, I was amazed to find the skin undiminished, the flesh a rosy...