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Just in time for the holidays, The New Yorker Store is offering new items and discounted prices. Between Monday and Thursday, select products are on sale for twenty per cent off; on Black Friday, shoppers receive a thirty-per-cent discount sitewide.…

If you grew up on the lower rungs of the white middle class in the Rust Belt of the second half of the twentieth century, you knew a guy like Jeffrey Dahmer. He went to high school with your older…

In the late nineties, I had in my possession a copy of the photographer Nan Goldin’s monograph, “I’ll Be Your Mirror,” which was published in concordance with her 1996 Whitney Museum mid-career survey of the same name. I no longer…

Waiting in the queue, Stuart said, is both an act of respect and a test of endurance. “The English are the best queuers in the world,” the photographer Matt Stuart said, after several days shooting footage for his documentary, “Her…

The last thing I wanted to do was ride a motorcycle to Vintage Motorcycle Days. At 40, I have only a few years’ experience, and took my first motorcycle trip—a 500-mile jaunt—just last summer. On the way back from that…

The movie screen only looks flat. A director’s inner space opens it up and draws a viewer into its alternate worlds. Many movies aren’t endowed with any such extra dimension of subjectivity and are perfectly enjoyable, within limits. Sometimes those…

Mary Gaitskill is a novelist, essayist, and short-story writer celebrated by readers and critics (this one included) for her uncompromising acuity and clear-eyed vivisection of our mottled human nature. Now she is something else, too: a blogger. In June, Gaitskill,…

On Tuesday, September 20th, Aaron Judge, the Yankees’ six-foot-seven-inch star outfielder, hit a home run deep into the left-field bleachers. It was his sixtieth of the season. Only Babe Ruth and Roger Maris have reached that number in the history…

Baseball fans have long been known for their patience. But, this year, Major League Baseball introduced a series of new rules that will alter the routines and rhythms of the old ballgame, adding some hustle to the mix. Bases, once…

Proust died at fifty-one, in Paris, of pneumonia, on November 18th, and last year was the centenary of his death. Since I first read “In Search of Lost Time,” his immense and unique autobiographical novel, a long passage about what…