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The Brothers Grimm Were Dark for a Reason
Once upon a time, a family by the name of Grimm carried on a life that was anything but. In the wooded German state of Hessen, Philipp, a town...
How the Artist Barry Blitt Turns Politics Into Cartoon Cover Gold
The cartoonist and illustrator Barry Blitt has created more than a hundred New Yorker covers. Whether he’s rendering Lady Liberty as an anxious tightrope walker or Putin as a...
A Forgotten Eyewitness to Civil-Rights-Era Mississippi
The F.B.I. arrived en masse, along with sailors from a naval airbase. They found the station wagon empty and torched. After six weeks of searching, and using a tip...
The Divided Soul of “Bad Kreyòl”
According to the script, the title of the latest play by Dominique Morisseau is “Bad Creole Kreyòl.” We go with the simplified “Bad Kreyòl”—the language of Haiti written in...
Winter Culture Preview
Nothing says the holidays quite like Franz Kafka, who died of tuberculosis in 1924, right when the Morgan Library was admitting its first visitors. The pairing, a century later,...
The Joy of New Americans
At ceremonies in Arizona, hundreds of people were naturalized, and many prepared to vote. Source link
Could Steampunk Save Us?
This summer, I bought my wife a vintage watch—a model called the Big Crown Pointer Date, made by the Swiss company Oris. The watch was manufactured in 1995, and...
A Family Reckons with a Father’s Wish to Be Preserved Using Cryonics in “Eternal Father”
Nasar Ghafoor looks healthy and vibrant, but he has mortality on his mind. Ghafoor started a family late in life, and fears that he won’t be there to see...
The Haunting Otherworld of Japanese Puppet Theatre
The National Bunraku Theatre, in New York recently for the first time in more than thirty years, presented an evening of suicides. The performance, at the Japan Society, consisted...
What Do Animals Understand About Death?
The Virginia opossum, according to John Smith—that explorer of all things Virginia—“hath a head like a Swine, & a taile like a Rat, and is of the Bignes of...
The Rebellion of a Fruitless Apple Tree
Every autumn, I begin to crave generic seasonal comforts: the hues of turning leaves, the chill of sweater weather. I’m not really a pumpkin-spice person, but I’m a sucker...