In James Cameron’s latest 3-D science-fiction extravaganza, the Na’vi family tree gets more complicated, but our sense of ...
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In a year when the entertainment industry embraced the artificial, extraordinary human acts—from Sarah Snook’s one-woman ...
The Mayor-elect dabbles in performance art at the Museum of the Moving Image, talking with everyday New Yorkers one on one.
The President recently graded the economy as an “A+++++.” He must have been thinking about his own bank account. Plus: ...
Highlights from the first hundred years of this magazine’s most succinct, quadrilateral humor. By signing up, you agree to ...
Lifelike food replicas have long been a fixture of Japanese dining culture. Now, in an exhibition at Japan House, they are ...
Emil Bove violated a basic tenet of judicial ethics, presumably on purpose.
The gathering at Bondi Beach had been organized by Chabad, a branch of Orthodox Judaism that holds cultural and religious ...
Like The New Yorker, I was born in 1925. Somewhat to my surprise, I decided to keep a journal of my hundredth year.
Her version of the middle-aged matron was a gentle innocent who faced the world with an unself-conscious enthusiasm.
His urban idylls are populated by bald businessmen who escape reality by biking and daydreaming.
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