Are you so unimpressed with our presidential candidates? Thinking about voting for Jill “who knows about vaccines” Stein, or Gary “what is Aleppo” Johnson instead? “It’s so hard to choose between two equally bad options!” you sigh. “Might as well go with a third party, that makes me feel nice.”

Fans of New Yorker cartoonist Roz Chast’s memoir Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant?, which detailed her highly relatable struggle to find her parents appropriate and affordable end-of-life care, will enjoy the “Epilogue” of sorts to the story in this week’s issue of the magazine.

A heartbreaking piece about Arnold Lobel, the author/illustrator of the Frog and Toad series, was published in The New Yorker Wednesday morning. Had I not been in the office when reading it, I would have wept and whimpered like a small child watching the end of The Fox and the Hound for the first time. But because I…

The New Yorker’s theater critic, Hilton Als, published a review of Beyoncé’s Formation album and tour this week titled “Beywatch.” “The truth is I wasn’t much interested in her,” he writes late in the piece, “until her sister, Solange Knowles, was caught on camera beating Jay Z’s ass in a hotel elevator in 2014.”

In an extraordinary article entitled “The Voyeur’s Motel,” published in the April 11, 2016 issue of The New Yorker, Gay Talese told the story of how he became involved with a serial voyeur named Gerald Foos. Foos, in the late 1960s, had purchased the 21-room Manor House Motel in Aurora, Colorado with the express…

“Have They Run Out of Provinces Yet?” is a new poem by Calvin Trillin about how there are too many different kinds of Chinese people. It is a rhyming poem set in 2016 that was published in The New Yorker, a powerful magazine. The primary theme of the poem is that there are a lot of different kinds of Chinese people.…

Moschino creative director Jeremy Scott was profiled in this week’s issue of the New Yorker. Incredibly, the profile makes no mention of the multiple allegations of copyright infringement against Scott, including an ongoing lawsuit filed by graffiti artist Rime.

At the New Yorker, writer Alexandra Schwartz wonders if “millennials” should “get over Bernie Sanders,” owing to the outsized political hope that “youth” have before they realize that every politician is a shill, nobody with real values is actually electable, and also that God Is Dead. The writer knows this because…

In a delicious instance of the empire striking back, the New Yorker is finishing up a exposé of TMZ’s inner workings, reports the Hollywood Reporter.

"wer you in zombieland?" "hi man. no. that's jesse eisenberg" Michael Cera takes his weirdo awkward comedy stylings to The New Yorker.