The New Yorker

As American values shifted, and the New York that she loved changed, one naturalized citizen found herself changing too, so she and her family decided to return to her native England even though it was no longer home.

A profile of filmmaker Nicole Holofcener, whose movies — from her 1996 debut, “Walking and Talking,” to the as yet to be released “Land of Steady Habits” — are informed to varying degrees by her own experiences.

Meticulous reporting from Ronan Farrow on allegations from six women who say they experienced unwanted sexual advances from Les Moonves, the chairman and C.E.O. of CBS Corporation. In addition, 30 current and former CBS employees described experiences of “harassment, gender discrimination, or retaliation at the network.”

JD.com is China’s second-largest e-commerce company. By using rural villages’ social networks to recruit new customers and employees, the company is capturing the country’s growing online retail market, improving Chinese life and possibly giving villagers an incentive not to leave for the city.

Hua Hsu considers the heirs and influence of P-Funk founder George Clinton on the eve of Clinton’s retirement from performing.

The new president of the New York City Transit Authority is smart, seems almost unfailingly polite, and is very English. Whether that’s enough to enable him to wrangle the system he’s been tasked with fixing remains to be seen. William Finnegan paints a deft portrait of Andy Byford settling into his new job and getting his C train legs.

The fox-like marsupial carnivore known as the Tasmanian Tiger was declared extinct in 1936, but some Australians have dedicated their lives to proving it still lurks in the Tasmanian bush. Don’t compare it to bigfoot. Unlike bigfoot, the tiger was real.

For the New Yorker, Amanda Petrusich tours Paisley Park, the home and recording studio of the late Prince.

When bilingualism isn’t obviously valuable, you have to decide what you think of the language.

Existentialists with agita, rejoice. We now have an anthropologist’s new book confirming that what we do means nothing. David Greaber’s Bullshit Jobs examines the current work economy and how we attribute meaning to our lives with possibly (probably?) meaningless tasks.