In Mark Doten’s “Trump Sky Alpha,” a journalist who has survived Trump’s nuclear apocalypse gets an assignment from what’s left of the New York Times Magazine: find out what people were tweeting as the bombs fell.
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The Man Who’s Going to Save Your Neighborhood Grocery Store
American food supplies are increasingly channeled through a handful of big companies: Amazon, Walmart, FreshDirect, Blue Apron. What do we lose when local supermarkets go under? A lot — and Kevin Kelley wants to stop that.
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To Heil, or Not To Heil, When Traveling in the Third Reich
One of the first decisions any tourist had to make when crossing the German border in the mid-1930s was whether or not to “Heil Hitler.”
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Finding True North
Thousands of Haitians who fled the United States on foot last summer have started very different lives in Canada.
Posted inBusiness, Business & Tech, Current Events, Nonfiction, Story
The Prosperity Plea
Paying attention to the Poor People’s Campaign.
Posted inCrime, Nonfiction, Story
The Redemption of MS-13
Danny Gold investigates the movement converting El Salvador’s gang members into born-again Christians.
Posted inEditor's Pick, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction
Making Peace with Selective Reduction
When risks arise in her partner’s pregnancy with triplets, Amber Leventry discovers that letting go of one life doesn’t have to mean losing faith, or love.
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Making Peace with Selective Reduction
When risks arise in her partner’s pregnancy with triplets, Amber Leventry discovers that letting go of one life doesn’t have to mean losing faith, or love.
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The Female Fracker: A Rare Species in North Dakota
Imagine being the only woman living with 200 roughnecks — risking your personal safety every day — just to make a buck.
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On Not Being Able to Read
In law school, they told me I wouldn’t be able to read anymore. That the pleasure of the text, like a lover in a non-law degree, would slowly grow opaque to me.
