The Magazine
April 16, 2018
Goings On
Art
Artists Resisting Oppression, at the Brooklyn Museum
“Radical Women: Latin American Art, 1960-85” surveys a surge of experimentation across fifteen countries.
Bar Tab
The Seventies Reign at the Honeywell
Think disco, lazy Susans in back booths, and a black-and-white TV playing reruns of “Family Feud.” But don’t let the kitsch put you off.
By Nicolas Niarchos
Tables for Two
This Tiny Taiwanese Tearoom Is One of New York’s Most Thrilling Places to Eat
The Per Se-trained chef at Té Company offers a new menu as flawless as the oolong.
By Hannah Goldfield
Night Life
Colter Wall, the Canadian Cowboy
The singer is a welcome addition to the genre of outlaw country.
By Benjamin Shapiro
The Talk of the Town
The Boards
Dame Diana Rigg’s Eliza Doolittle Feminism
The “Game of Thrones” star, and former TV spy in a catsuit, explores the Frick before her turn in “My Fair Lady,” on Broadway.
By Michael Schulman
Brave New World Dept.
When a Robot Makes You Dinner
At the restaurant Spyce, dishes are whipped up by a robotic chef built by four recent M.I.T. grads, with input from Daniel Boulud.
By Jay Cheshes
Let It Snow Dept.
Dude, Where’s the Snow?
Pro-snowboarder-turned-activist Jeremy Jones uses Instagram to raise awareness about climate change.
By Sheila Yasmin Marikar
Dept. of Resolution
Malcolm X’s Prison Debate Team Takes On Harvard
At MCI-Norfolk, the two teams jabbed and parried over the Electoral College.
By Jill Lepore
Comment
Mark Zuckerberg’s Apology Tour
Even after Cambridge Analytica, Facebook is still professing neutrality. But, as its C.E.O. readies to testify to Congress, the public isn’t buying it.
By Andrew Marantz
Reporting & Essays
The Sporting Scene
How Far Can Becky Hammon Go in the N.B.A.?
The former women’s-basketball star has broken convention by becoming the league’s first female assistant coach.
By Louisa Thomas
The World of Fashion
The Chinese Workers Who Assemble Designer Bags in Tuscany
Many companies are using inexpensive immigrant labor to manufacture handbags that bear the coveted “Made in Italy” label.
By D. T. Max
Personal History
The Silence: The Legacy of Childhood Trauma
I never got any help, any kind of therapy. I never told anyone.
By Junot Díaz
Profiles
A Sidelined Wall Street Legend Bets on Bitcoin
Michael Novogratz is searching for redemption in cryptocurrencies.
By Gary Shteyngart
Shouts & Murmurs
Fiction
The Critics
The Theatre
“Angels in America”: Brilliant, Maddening, and Necessary
Tony Kushner’s masterwork reminds us how sexuality dictates and shapes its own culture.
By Hilton Als
Books
Walter Kempowski’s Epic Novel of Germany in Collapse
Set in the final days of the Third Reich, “All for Nothing” is a tale of national and personal defeat.
By James Wood
Books
Will Pope Francis Cause a Schism in the Catholic Church?
In his new book, “To Change the Church,” the Times columnist Ross Douthat critiques the Pontiff.
By Vinson Cunningham
The Current Cinema
“You Were Never Really Here” and “A Quiet Place”
Lynne Ramsay’s savage tale of a contract killer and John Krasinski’s inventive auditory thriller.
By Anthony Lane
Cartoons
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“We’ll begin boarding our first-class passengers after a ten-minute pause in honor of the even wealthier people who fly in private jets.”
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“We’ve been getting a lot of calls saying that you’re a terrible magician.”
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“Thanks, Doc—you’ve put me back in business.”
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“I hate to spoil your porridge, but your son has a blonde in his room.”
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“He loved New York.”
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“Notice that, once the twentysomething men enter the environment, the chameleon instantly develops an opinion on David Foster Wallace.”
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“This one simple draping trick will make people think you work out a lot.”
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“Wow, Ethan is really misreading the current cultural climate.”
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“You didn’t really think the nice people at the Rijksmuseum would give you this classy Vermeer and never collect, didja?”
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“I can tell when you’re just kissing me to get some of my lip balm, Josh.”
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