Alexandra Schwartz is a member of The New Yorker’s editorial staff and the winner of the National Book Critics Circle’s Nona Balakian Citation for Excellence in Reviewing for 2014.
Now that we’re seeing the dwarf planet for the first time, we have to figure out what to call what we see.
For the boys of "Wolfpack," who spent their childhoods confined in a Manhattan apartment, movies were a way to let the world in.
When it came to Lewinsky’s shame, Starr was only the tip of the iceberg. The iceberg was the rest of us.
A book should be reviewed by many critics (and may the institutions that publish them increase and prosper), because a book is a multiple thing,…
The independent press in Dumbo will publish the Intelligence Committee’s report in paperback and e-book editions on December 30th.
The creator of “Seinfeld” and “Curb Your Enthusiasm” says that he isn’t a sociopath.
The Nobel laureate has returned again and again to the same themes: the pull of the past and the blurring of moral boundaries.
The notion that those of us who view art on our screens don’t care about the difference between an actual work and its reproduction is…
The poet Claudia Rankine, who was visiting St. Louis and Ferguson, on her new book and on Langston Hughes’s poem “Let America Be America Again.”
The filmmaker Michel Gondry adapts a classic of postwar French literature.
Here’s a thought experiment for those of us who live in cities and spend far too much mental energy on our neighbors: Let’s say that…
Vegans, avert your eyes while the rest of us consider the egg. We’ve finally reached its season, at least as far as symbolism goes: spring,…
