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Letter from Charleston
Blood at the Root
By David Remnick
In the winter of 2008, Barack Obama was in no way guaranteed the African-American vote in the Democratic primaries. He had split the opening contests,…
In the winter of 2008, Barack Obama was in no way guaranteed the African-American vote in the Democratic primaries. He had split the opening contests,…
London is five hours ahead of Washington, D.C., except when it comes to gay marriage. In that case, it’s two years and five hours ahead,…
When Ken Dornstein learned that Pan Am Flight 103 had exploded, he did not realize that his older brother, David, was on the plane. It…
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Don’t swat at the bee. Stay still. Seriously, Becca, don’t swat at it—that’s why bees sting. It’s when they feel scared. Just let it land…
Mrs. Quantrill lived in a beautiful old Prairie-style house built in the twenties, which she had restored to its original elegance with Mr. Quantrill, a…
Primo Levi did not consider it heroic to have survived eleven months in Auschwitz. Like other witnesses of the concentration camps, he lamented that the…
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Last May, George Stephanopoulos disclosed that, while working at ABC News, he had donated seventy-five thousand dollars to the Clinton Foundation, headed by his former…
The Broad, it’s called: a snazzy new museum of excellent contemporary art, which just opened in downtown Los Angeles, right across the street from the…
Climb every mountain. Such is the impulse that drives the dramatis personae of “Everest,” who spend their days, and their dollars, tramping uphill until they…
Since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, in 1949, the United States has given the nation the full splendor of a state visit—including…
The actress Mamie Gummer spent a recent morning in midtown, in a bright, bare room in the middle of which was a desk, a bucket…
On a balmy Sunday not long ago, Sewall Hodges stood on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, paintbrush in hand, regarding a garbage can. It was rusted,…
On a recent Monday morning, Ruth Reichl, the sixty-seven-year-old food writer and adoptive hippie mom to scores of the gastronomically inclined, stood at the corner…
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In 1950, Ernest Hemingway told Lillian Ross, in a Profile for this magazine, “I learned to write by looking at paintings in the Luxembourg Museum…
In 2013, Lupita Nyong’o made one of the most memorable film débuts in recent years, in Steve McQueen’s “12 Years a Slave.” As Patsey, a…
Veterans of the New York Film Festival (Sept. 25-Oct. 11) return with bold and surprising variations on their longstanding political themes. The Portuguese director Miguel…
When the original Caffé Dante opened on Macdougal Street, in 1915, neighborhood Italians anointed it their second home. In the seventies, sidewalk tables faced Bob…
Like Solange Knowles, Wildair is the younger, possibly cooler sister of an older, more established star—the affordable-tasting-menu mecca Contra, on the Lower East Side. Located…