“In the darkness, everyone donned face masks and headlamps. Of the five activists who had volunteered to occupy the tunnel, only Dan Hooper, a veteran protester from Wales known as Swampy, had experience below ground.”
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
In this edition: Bear bones, outstanding Outkast, Brightline’s brutality, lasting lunches, ruin ruminations, and more.
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
Showcasing stories from Julia Webster Ayuso, Abe Beame, Tracy Thompson, Will Boast, and Gary Grimes.
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Best of 2023: Investigations
Our top picks in the investigative reporting category.
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
Showcasing stories from Hannah S. Palmer, Jeremy Thomas Gilmer, Spencer Campbell, Mia Sato, and Dina Gachman.
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Let’s Make a Christmas TV Movie! (…Or Not?)
“As two EW veterans who’ve consumed more yuletide movies than is medically advised (and one of us is Jewish!), we set out to create the ideal Christmas flick while learning all the ingredients that make for the perfect holiday dish.”
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
In this edition: Lost soul, copy that, missing beats, muzzled watchdogs, and a ramblin’ man.
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The Food of America and Our Top 5
As Thanksgiving and gluttony approach, I’ve been thinking about what foods represent America and how eating can shape a sense of identity—a theme past Longreads writers have been drawn to.
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Ice Cream Panic, Airship Catastrophe, and our Top 5
“But, for me, the classic is an oyster: a scalloped, hinged wafer dipped in mallow and chocolate, with desiccated coconut at the edges, piped full of vanilla soft serve and squiggled madly with monkey’s blood (OK, raspberry sauce).” This summer, I have spent a lot of time in England, and a particular vehicle has been […]
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Detectives at Work and the Week’s Top 5
“Ronald was my mother’s uncle, a fashion designer who fled Texas for New York at 19. I met him only once. In my memory, we are sitting on the front porch, the hairs standing up on my arms as the sun wanes. His head is bent over a piece of paper, sketching my 7-year-old face. […]
