New Yorker

“Decades after her mother was killed, Regina Alexander reached out to the son of the people who did it.”

“Never before in history have so many people been under the gaze of so many strangers.”

“We saw the city full of these strange armed men. With strange clothing and hair styles. We are back in the nineties, you can’t believe these people are back.” The last time the Taliban had seized power, in 1996, their reign had begun with relative calm, but they quickly started conducting house raids, making arrests, and inflicting other abuses.”

“Late last spring, a strange, beguiling novel began arriving, in installments, in the mail. Who had written it?”

For years, employees of the Pierre enjoyed some of the most enviable union jobs in New York City. Then the pandemic brought it all to an abrupt halt.

“As RHDV2 is poised to become endemic in the United States, the vaccine, which is the one thing that might stop it, is now caught up in the contradictions of rabbits.” The latest New Yorker feature from Susan Orlean tracks a highly contagious, deadly virus among rabbits.

“Even as Iranians speculate about who will succeed Khamenei, many believe that, whoever becomes Supreme Leader, the revolution is no longer salvageable.”

A group of volunteers is helping incarcerated people negotiate a system that is all but broken.

Jia Tolentino profiles Man Booker Prize-winning novelist Marlon James upon the publication of his newest book, “Black Leopard, Red Wolf.”

Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani writes about how her family is reckoning with her Igbo great-grandfather’s work in the transatlantic slave trade.