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The Death of a Relic Hunter

Among Georgia’s Civil War enthusiasts, Bill Erquitt was an unforgettable character—a don of the field of relic hunting, according to a fellow-digger. After he died, his secrets came to light, Charles Bethea reports.

Illustration of a older man sitting in the midst of civil war paraphernalia
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The Lede

Reporting and analysis on the affairs of the day.

Why Trump’s Trials Should Be on TV

The conduct of the trials, their fairness, and their possibly damning verdicts will be at the center of the 2024 election. Transparency is crucial.

Should People Have the Right to Say Awful Things Without Facing Legal Consequences?

Those who want to curtail freedom of speech do not log the debits and credits of censorship, nor do they care about the balance of norms.

At Least We Can Give Thanks for a Tree

Visiting the largest known white pine.

Should U.S. Aid to Israel Be Contingent on Human Rights?

The head of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee says that humanitarian concerns should not hold up funding for Israel’s war effort.

Chaos in the Cradle of A.I.

The Sam Altman saga at OpenAI underscores an unsettling truth: nobody knows what A.I. safety really means.

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Reflections

The Violence of the Rams

I know you can’t hold animals to human standards. That said, rams are assholes.

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The New Yorker Interview

How Louise Bonnet Learned to Stop Thinking

A conversation with the painter, who has a new show at Gagosian, about what it feels like to be a woman, the body as a site of complication, and how to banish one’s judgmental inner voice.

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The Israel-Hamas War

One Family’s Perilous Escape from Gaza City

When Israel invaded Kamal Al-Mashharawi’s neighborhood, he crowded into a basement with his family. “The world is closing in on us,” he wrote on WhatsApp.

The Making of the World’s Go-To Hostage Negotiator

How Qatar became one of the world’s most prominent mediators of hostage situations.

The Trauma of Gaza’s Doctors

The head of mission for Doctors Without Borders in Palestine on the horrors of practicing medicine under siege.

Escalating Violence Between Israel and Lebanon

There’s a sense of history repeating itself along the border, where tens of thousands have been displaced and the civilian death toll is climbing.

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The Weekend Essay

The Road to Dubai

The latest round of international climate negotiations is being held in a petrostate. What could go wrong?

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A Critic at Large

Betye Saar Reassembles the Lives of Black Women

The artist restores depth and interiority to the caricatures of racism.

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The Critics

The Current Cinema

Ridley Scott’s “Napoleon” Cannot Quite Vanquish Its Subject

Joaquin Phoenix summons a general prowling the battlements of his own brain, but is Napoleon’s life just too big for any one movie?

Annals of Communications

All the Newspapers’ Men

In Martin Baron’s “Collision of Power” and Adam Nagourney’s “The Times,” two well-known journalists turn their investigative power on their institutions—and themselves.

Listening Booth

André 3000 Disrupts Our Sense of Time

André Benjamin’s début solo album of deeply soothing instrumental music asks for little beyond our attention.

The Art World

The Artist Making Wellness Culture Look a Little Sick

In “Needy Machines,” Ilana Harris-Babou continues her study of self-improvement, taking on everything from luxury bathrooms to health-care documents.

On Television

Why Can’t We Quit “The Morning Show”?

Apple’s glossy experiment in prestige melodrama is utterly baffling—and must-watch TV.

The Theatre

“Hell’s Kitchen” Brings Alicia Keys’s Musical Power to the Public

The R. & B. titan shares a fictionalized version of her coming of age.

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Family Life

Piecing Together My Father’s Murder

I was too young to remember what happened to my dad, and no one explained it to me. So I tried to assemble the story myself.

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Annals of Artificial Intelligence

The Godfather of A.I. Fears What He’s Built

Geoffrey Hinton has spent a lifetime teaching computers to learn. Now he worries that artificial brains are better than ours.

A Coder Considers the Waning Days of the Craft

Coding has always felt to me like an endlessly deep and rich domain. Now I find myself wanting to write a eulogy for it.

Does A.I. Lead Police to Ignore Contradictory Evidence?

Too often, a facial-recognition search represents virtually the entirety of a police investigation.

What the Doomsayers Get Wrong About Deepfakes

Experts have warned that realistic A.I.-generated videos might wreak havoc through deception. What’s happened is troubling in a different way.

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Life and Letters

Ghost, Writer

Attempting to complete a beloved colleague’s work meant trying to see with her eyes and reckoning anew with her absence.

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Dept. of Gastronomy

For a Hungry Book Critic, Every Word Is a Feast

In “The Upstairs Delicatessen,” the Times writer Dwight Garner masterfully melds the pleasures of reading and eating.

A Food-Themed Holiday Gift Guide

Kitchen tools, culinary trinkets, tinned treats, dinner-party fixings, and many more curios for the person of appetites in your life.

You Can’t Get In: An Evening at Rao’s

A noble attempt to enter the famously exclusive Italian restaurant as a walk-in.

Frederick Wiseman Reveals the Mighty Substance of Culinary Luxury

The nonagenarian’s new film examines the social and aesthetic context of a world-famous three-star restaurant.

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Fiction

“Beauty Contest”

Photograph by Kyoko Hamada for The New Yorker
My mother had two treasures. One was an opal ring, the only present she ever received from my late father. She kept it in a small box and took it out only once or twice a year, on special occasions, for a few short hours. The box, which was covered in deep-blue velvet, made a little sound, like a kitten yawning, when it was opened.

When I was alone in the house, I often opened the box to stare at the opal.Continue reading »
Personal History

The Fall of My Teen-Age Self

This particular April, I’d sworn to my mother I wasn’t smoking. Therefore: stolen cigarettes. Therefore: windowsill.

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Puzzles & Games

Take a break and play.

Name Drop: Make Me Laugh

Can you guess the identities of these nine comedy legends?

The Crossword

A puzzle that ranges in difficulty, with themes on Fridays.

Solve the latest puzzle

The Cryptic

A puzzle for lovers of wily wordplay.

Solve this week’s puzzle

Caption Contest

We provide a cartoon, you provide a caption.

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The Kingpin Who Kidnapped Migrants for Ransom

An Eritrean trafficker promised to help Africans desperate to reach Europe—then brutalized them inside a Libyan compound while extorting their families back home. With his fortune, he partied in Dubai.

Bayard Rustin Gets to Shine in Our Era

The civil-rights mastermind was sidelined by his own movement. Now he’s back in the spotlight. What can we learn from his strategies of resistance?

Can Happiness Be Taught?

Bolstered by Oprah, a Harvard Business School professor thinks you should run your inner self like a company.

A Trans Teen in an Anti-Trans State

One family’s move to find gender-affirming care.
2023 in Review

The Best Jokes of 2023

A Spice Girl fighting the class war, Kendall Roy making a last stand, and more of the year’s comic relief.

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The Talk of the Town

Fetish Dept.

Johnny Marr Loves his Axes

Now You See It

The Statue Wars Turn to Cyberspace

London Postcard

Milk, the Book!

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Fiction from the Archives

Louise Erdrich

Selected Stories

Photograph by Ulf Andersen / Getty
“Nothing I write ever has a moral,” Louise Erdrich, who won a Pulitzer Prize in 2021, told The New Yorker. Still, whether she’s writing about Ojibwe history or tragicomic small-town life, her stories often have a fable-like or mythic quality: a stone becomes a woman’s lifelong companion; a child is pursued by a dead man’s head. In the semi-magical world of Erdrich’s fiction, we are invited to make our own connections.

Selected Stories

The Stone

“The woman had not named the stone. She had thought that naming the stone would be an insult to its ineffable gravity.”

The Flower

“Wolfred asked the girl to tell him her name. He asked in words, he asked in signs, but she wouldn’t speak.”

The Reptile Garden

“I locked myself in my room, which I soon realized was a garden for lizards, geckos, garter snakes, and some exotics, like a hooded cobra.”

The Years of My Birth

“She had called herself, simply, my mother. Not my birth mother—that careful, distancing term—but my mother.”