Many of the best films that rumble into town with theatrical releases have previously tiptoed in, in the form of isolated film-festival screenings. So it is with two major movies on screens now (“Zama” and “Jeannette”) as well as this Read More …

Though I often think about movies in relation to music, there’s also an aspect of music that’s similar to movies: drama. That aspect was in the forefront of an extraordinary piano recital by the Italian pianist Maurizio Pollini at Carnegie Read More …

The man accused of Kim Wall’s torture, murder, and dismemberment always dreamed that his D.I.Y. mini submarine, the UC3 Nautilus, would attract global attention. Today, the vessel, covered in a green tarpaulin, in the unlovely industrial landscape of Nordhavn, at Read More …

The sporadically excellent conceptual art of “Who Is America?” (Showtime) originates in the impostures of Sacha Baron Cohen and extends to the show’s publicity campaign, which expands the stage of its satire and enriches its terms as both a pop Read More …

On a recent Tuesday night in SoHo, a group of eight women and two men donned white cotton gloves and gathered around a conference table on the lower level of the RealReal’s Wooster Street store. A line of Hermès Birkin Read More …

From The New Yorker’s beginnings, cartoons have been an integral part of the publication, and, from the beginning, women have been drawing them. The first New Yorker cartoon created by a woman, Ethel Plummer, appeared in the première issue, on Read More …

I walked to the mailbox and pulled out a sheaf of envelopes that included a letter from Philip Roth. I was twenty-nine and pregnant. I had written a book but assumed that no one would read it—and, anyway, I was Read More …

Only two years ago, when I was finishing my memoir of gardening obsession, “Rhapsody in Green,” I claimed that I had no time for houseplants. Prickly, diminutive, macramé-reliant: I’d rarely been less tempted by anything. Or so I believed. Dimly, Read More …

For anyone who grows up in Maine, L. L. Bean, which was founded in 1912, is less an outdoor-apparel company than it is a public utility. Its flagship store, in Freeport, a handsome coastal town with a string of outlet Read More …

In the fall of 2007, I sat down to try to write a letter to Philip Roth, whom I’d never met. I’d started many letters to him in the past, only to put each aside, newly frustrated by my inability Read More …