The New Yorker

Skip to main content

Illustration of a figure falling thorough a whirlwind of information

The Last Conspiracy

Many of the darkest interpretations of the Jeffrey Epstein story—an evil global cabal, a failed justice system, corrupt figures wielding unchecked power—would have been unthinkable just years ago, Joshua Rothman writes. Today, though, they fit perfectly into patterns we take for granted.

A portrait of a person

Profiles

Leap of Faith

In a Texas primary that may indicate the future of the Democratic Party, Senate candidate James Talarico believes that he can win by appealing to higher values. Will a politics “based on love” succeed in the age of Trump?

By Tad Friend

Terrier playing in snow.

Personal History

Heaven Sent

My husband, who died at a hundred and one, was utterly secular. So where are these dogs coming from?

By Margaret Moorman

Get New Yorker hats, apparel, and more! Check out evergreen favorites and limited-edition items.Browse the store »

Three books chatting with yellow speech bubbles

What We’re Reading

A story collection that nests questions of existence and death in narratives of dailiness and relationships; an exploration of people on the fringes of Chinese society—a feminist activist, a gay entrepreneur, a sci-fi writer, a rapper—who find purpose and community online even as the space for free expression narrows; and more.

The New Yorker

The New Yorker Interview

Conan O’Brien Is Ready for the Oscars

The comedian and television host talks about the decline of late night, the death of Rob and Michele Reiner, and why he loves when things go wrong onstage.

With David Remnick

Losing Faith in Atheism

tree leaves pendulum nature

I spent years searching for a livable secular world view, but none of them quite offered the value of belief.

By Christopher Beha

The Invention of Childhood

Child being dragged away from toys.

For most of history, parents couldn’t buy their kids dolls, action figures, or the like. Then playtime became big business.

By Alexandra Schwartz

The Death of Book World

Image of black book on a black background

What the closing of the Washington Post’s books section means for readers.

By Becca Rothfeld

Is the Rat War Over?

Rat on subway tracks with half eaten apple

In New York, a rat czar and new methods have brought down complaints. We may even be ready to appreciate the creatures.

By Rivka Galchen

kippah yarmulke father son stickers worshi

The Weekend Essay

A Childhood in Jewish New Orleans

To assimilated German Jews in the South, the Holocaust was unimaginable. One solution was to shut it out.

By Nicholas Lemann

Image may contain Silhouette Nature Outdoors Sky Lighting Adult Person Photography Face and Head

Annals of Inquiry

Up All Night

The need for eight hours of sleep is medical dogma, but some rare individuals, whom scientists call “short sleepers,” thrive with much less.

By Shayla Love

Get New Yorker hats, apparel, and more! Check out evergreen favorites and limited-edition items.Browse the store »

In Case You Missed It

Living in Tracy Chapman’s House

Living in Tracy Chapman’s House

Fresh out of college, we were a bunch of misfits, in a chaotic, run-down communal home, desperately trying to figure out who we were meant to be.

The Good Old Days of Sports Gambling

The Good Old Days of Sports Gambling

Recent memoirs by the retired bookie Art Manteris and the storied gambler Billy Walters provide a glimpse of an industry in its fledgling form—and a preview of the DraftKings era to come.

She arrived at J.F.K. just past midnight after a four-hour flight delay. Her mind was blurry and her heart felt like a deep crater with something lurking at the bottom of it. It was her first trip to New York in more than a decade. She had come back to attend a memorial for a formerly close friend, Carley, with whom she had shared a life that was now alien to her. Though the airport was well appointed and maintained, it appeared nonetheless on the ragged edge.Continue reading »

Daily Cartoon

“If you don’t help dig out the car, then I can’t take you to school, and if you don’t go to school I’m going to lose my friggin’ mind. You don’t want Mommy to lose her friggin’ mind, do you?”

“If you don’t help dig out the car, then I can’t take you to school, and if you don’t go to school I’m going to lose my friggin’ mind. You don’t want Mommy to lose her friggin’ mind, do you?”

Cartoon by Guy Richards Smit