Each story we chose as our number five piece of the week in 2023, all in one place.
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Posted inCuration, Nonfiction, Top 5
The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
This week, we’re sharing stories from Jason Fagone, Shannon Gormley, Nickole Brown, Jason Kehe, and Abe Streep.
Posted inEditor's Pick
The Grab List: How Museums Decide What to Save in a Disaster
“Billions of dollars’ worth of art is imperilled by climate change. Curators will have to make sacrifices.”
Posted inCuration, Nonfiction, Top 5
The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
This week, we’re sharing stories from Tara Roberts, Casey Cep, Benjamin Cassidy, David Alm, and Lacy Warner.
Posted inEssays & Criticism
All True At Once
You made a fool of the words “feminine” and “masculine” — you were neither, you were both.
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
Recommending notable stories by Andy Greenberg, Michelle Orange, John Jeremiah Sullivan, Jefferson Mao, and Will Steinfeld.
Posted inEditor's Pick
How Citizen Surveillance Ate San Francisco
“When a homeless man attacked a former city official, footage of the onslaught became a rallying cry. Then came another video, and another—and the story turned inside out.”
Posted inEditor's Pick
The New York You Once Knew Is Gone. The One You Loved Remains.
In this pandemic-inspired variation on the Goodbye to All That essay, Glynnis MacNicol writes about what it’s like to have stayed in the current ghost town version of New York City when so many other New Yorkers have departed for greener pastures, and considers the city’s, and city-dwellers’ history of resilience through hard times.
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The Life and Death of Juan Sanabria, One of New York City’s First Coronavirus Victims
“If you didn’t see him, you wanted to know where he was. When he wasn’t around, you felt it.”
Posted inArts & Culture, Culture, Essays & Criticism, Highlight, Quote Posts, Quotes
Please Don’t You Be My Neighbor
“To watch those people vanish and be replaced by people who shine like glass, who cut through the sidewalks like knives but reflect nothing back, has been another scraping out. Am I still here? I don’t know anyone here anymore.”
