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Fiction
The Gangsters
By Colson Whitehead
“According to the world, we were the definition of paradox: black boys with beach houses.”
Nine decades of The New Yorker, from complete issues to hand-picked favorites.
Ten years in the life of a young woman from the Bronx.
In 1995, Lillian Ross observed, with an anthropologist’s eye, the rituals of private-school teens on the Upper East Side.
“A superior education, such as, on the whole, we got in those private schools, can only be used by those it was not intended for.”
“This is how to love a man, and if this doesn’t work there are other ways.”
In nineteen-sixties Los Angeles, it was longhairs and waifs versus the world.
In 1957, Walter Bernstein spent time with the Cherubs, a teen-age street gang. The Cherubs were not good boys.
In the wake of the attacks.
The tenth anniversary.
Visiting the 9/11 Memorial & Museum.
The memory keepers.
A post-9/11 tale.
A love story.
Life on both sides of the law.
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