We love Charles Yu’s short deeply meta stories, and he’s just published a new one in this week’s edition of The New Yorker. It’s a brilliant, moving fairy tale that you don’t want to miss.
When Los Angeles Mayor Eric Garcetti issued some of the most sweeping citywide water reforms in history today, it included this haunting line: "Our major supplier of imported water expects to curtail supplies in the next 12 months." While the drought is about to change life drastically in LA, it's already crippled…
Back in 1938, the head of a wallet manufacturing company in Lockport, New York thought it’d be a great idea to show how well his new wallets could hold the then-new Social Security cards being issued to Americans. His sample card used his secretary’s real social security number (078-05-1120) and as you can guess,…
It's been almost four years since 33 Chilean miners were trapped below the surface of the earth for 69 days. A story published this week by The New Yorker reveals some additional stunning details about their harrowing rescue, and some astounding new information about the mine itself.
Young Jacob Kurtzberg would grow up to become the hugely influential comics artist Jack Kirby, but by age 14, he was already a fairly skilled cartoonist, even submitting his black-and-white cartoons to the likes of the New Yorker.
America is delighting to the current New Yorker cover, which shows Sesame Street same-sex roommates Bert and Ernie in a tender moment during the big gay marriage news from the Supreme Court.
Here's a graph depicting the rise and fall of American brewerdom in the last 125 years — part of a comprehensive report, issued earlier this year by the Brewers Association, containing a wealth of beer-related data.
I promised myself I wasn't going to respond to literary provocateurs any more - you know, the sort of blowhard who decides to get some undeserved attention by firing a potshot across the bow of genre fiction. Usually these potshots are made up of ill-formed generalizations and largely unexamined assumptions.
The New Yorker has been on the iPad since 2010, and now the same publication you know and love is available on the iPhone.
The New Yorker's first ever science fiction issue comes out May 29, and it includes a new story by Jennifer Egan, author of the award-winning A Visit from the Goon Squad. But if you can't wait until Tuesday, you'll be able to read Egan's story on Twitter, starting tonight, via @NYerFiction. A new 140-character extract…
In the New Yorker this week, William Sorensen delves into the strange and amusing world of parental texting. Highlights include: "T4W = Time for whiskey" and "RxV—>BW = Got Viagra prescription, just need Barry White cassettes."
The great thing* about living in New York City is that there's always something going on. But with the city moving at a million miles a minute, keeping track of what's happening is pretty damn hard. New Yorker's Goings On app simplifies that.
The New Yorker has pieced together an amazing report about the Abbottabad raid aka Operation Kill bin Laden. Comprised from the personal accounts of the SEALs themselves, it has it all: Obama, Crankshaft, Pacer, DEVGRU, Cairo the Dog and more.
Conde Nast's iPad subscription model for New Yorker has been confirmed and put on sale, with the price being much cheaper than their dead wood version. It'll cost $6 a month (or $60 a year), which equates to $1.50 an issue. Considering the previous stand-alone download of each issue would normally set you back $5,…
One year, 20 bucks. That's what subscriptions to Wired, Vogue, GQ, Vanity Fair and the New Yorker will likely cost when Conde Nast confirms their subscription pact with Apple in the near future. Single issues will probably cost $2. It's expected that, as in the deal Time Inc. reportedly struck, current dead-tree…
The New Yorker has sunk its erudite claws into the mysteries of a Time Warner Cable bill. So just what are those line items you never bother looking at?
And the hits for the Spidey musical just keep coming. After a few weeks without any reported injuries, Julie Taymor's Spider-Man musical takes another swipe, this time from the New Yorker. Plus, more skits poking fun at the troubled production.