This week’s stories are about daughters who don’t want to be like their mothers, mothers who want impossible things for their daughters, and trees that resent being thrown out in the cold and snow.
Apple gave The New Yorker's Ian Parker unprecedented access to the company's design lab this year, and what resulted was a fascinating and bizarre look at arguably the most influential designer of our age—whose reach even extends to the new Star Wars.
The New Yorker debuted a breezy redesign of its website today, part of a larger overhaul of print and digital offerings that the publication has been rolling out over the last six months. But perhaps even more exciting is the fact that the magazine's archives dating back to 2007 will be free for the rest of the summer.
Who better than everyone's favorite manic pixie hyperbolic memoirist, David Sedaris, to write about the agony and the ecstasy of Fitbit ownership? No one, considering how well his latest essay in The New Yorker reads as a love note.
"All Together Now" is Chris Ware's latest cover for The New Yorker and it offers, yet again, a pretty pitch-perfect perspective on our collective obsession with handheld tech; four years on, and we're still seeing the world through our screens. You can read more from Ware about the latest cover here. [The New Yorker]
In its first major redesign since 2000, The New Yorker has revitalized its brand: gently updating its layout, redrawing its 88-year-old typeface, and recruiting a contemporary typeface to solve today's design problems. But don't worry—Eustace Tilly is not about to go all Gap logo on you.
When you think of The New Yorker, chances are that legions of emoji aren't the first thing that come to mind. They will be after you've seen this full rendition of the magazine's entire cover composed of nothing but. Dubbed "Eustace Emoji" after the magazine's signature dandy, the cover cover was whipped up for a…
When Justin Timberlake ripped off part of Janet Jackson's top at the end of the halftime show at Super Bowl XXXVIII, thus exposing her nipple, old ladies fainted, and the FCC smote CBS for its moral failure. But there's a new Nipplegate in town, and this time the transgressor is the smut rag known as the New Yorker,…
People who enjoy seeing the collision of literary and genre fiction have an unusual bounty right now: The New Yorker just turned its summer fiction edition over to science fiction. And last month the literary magazine Tin House produced its first "Science Fair" edition.
Well this is just brilliant. The folks over at The New Yorker's Culture Desk recently asked everyone's favorite big, green film critic — Film Crit Hulk — to comment on Mark Ruffalo's Hulk in The Avengers.
In this week's issue of The New Yorker, Sam Lipsyte's "The Dungeon Master" follows a group of teenagers who roleplay with a creepy, autocratic DM. The hilarious but jarring story illustrates how totally arbitrary dungeon-mastering can ruin a game.
Every man and his dog is aware that Condé Nast has been working on iPad magazine apps for their popular titles such as Wired and GQ, but apparently we'll see GQ's April issue available (presumably) this month.
It figures. When aliens finally do invade and take over our planet, it'll be just as much an anti-climax as everything else. Are you ready for space conquest with ennui? The New Yorker hopes so.
Jonathan Lethem has a haunting new story of astronauts stranded on a space station in this week's New Yorker. "Lostronaut" is a depressingly bleak, yet beautiful, story told in the form of an astronaut's letters home to a loved one. It's the most science fictional thing I've seen from Lethem in ages, and also one of…
In The Garden Of Iden, Kage Baker's fantastic novel about time-traveling cyborgs who work for the 24th century Company, is available as a free download. Five-year-old Mendoza is about to be tortured to death as a Jew in the Spanish Inquisition, when she's rescued by the Company and turned into a time-traveling…
The New Yorker magazine has finally given in to my non-stop requests and have put the Complete New Yorker on a USB hard drive. Yes, all 4,164 issues and more than 500,000 pages will be mine forever! Bwahaha! Actually, it is kind of a rip-off because this complete collection is simply page-scans. So you will be unable…