The New Yorker

“I wanted to get rid of my possessions, because possessions stood between me and death.”

“Survivors of China’s campaign of persecution reveal the scope of the devastation.”

“A helpful way to think of it is that to love another animal so different and useless is to remind ourselves of how strange, complex, and irresponsible our behavior as humans can be.”

“But the neighborhood used to feel to me like a rough part of a softer place, and nowadays the roughness feels more general, and this makes it harder to cheer for a neighborhood that is so loud and dirty and uninterested in or unfit for human life.”

“Molly Burhans wants the Catholic Church to put its assets—which include farms, forests, oil wells, and millions of acres of land—to better use. But, first, she has to map them.”

“Trump transformed immigration through hundreds of quiet measures. Before they can be reversed, they have to be uncovered.”

“The Capitol was breached by Trump supporters who had been declaring, at rally after rally, that they would go to violent lengths to keep the President in power. A chronicle of an attack foretold.”

Joshua Rothman explores the allure of our unlived lives.

The underground movement trying to topple the North Korean regime.

“Two metal-detector enthusiasts discovered a Viking hoard. It was worth a fortune—but it became a nightmare.”