The New Yorker

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.

Anakwa Dwamena explores the influence of the Latin American School of Medicine, or E.L.A.M, Cuba’s international medical school, which actively recruits talented undergraduates from the United States.

A pre-Kitchen Confidential Anthony Bourdain starts spilling the secrets of restaurant chefs.

Jazz radio host Phil Schaap relishes jazz history on a show whose winding, digressive style is both “exhaustive and exhausting.” Unlike many obsessives, Schaap uses his deep knowledge of mid-century jazz to keep it alive in the collective memory.

Alan Burdick spent two days at a North Carolina convention for Flat-Earthers. In a post-truth era, should more people shed their spherical beliefs and admit science may not be science at all?

On Chicago’s Southside, Clarissa Glenn worked for ten years to get her husband out of prison after crooked cops planted evidence on him. Her efforts ended up overturning thirty-two other convictions.

MacFarquhar’s long profile of MacArthur Fellow Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie explores the novelist’s legacy and the torments of fame in Nigeria and America.