The New Yorker June 24, 2024

Paige Williams (“Ghosts on the Water,” p. 36), a staff writer, is the author of the book “The Dinosaur Artist” and the winner of a 2024 Mirror Award. Dhruv Khullar (“Small Wonder,” p. 20), a contributing writer, is a physician and an assistant professor at Weill Cornell Medical College. Sarah Larson (The Talk of the Town, p. 10) is a staff writer. She has been contributing to the magazine since 2007. Roddy Doyle (Fiction, p. 46) is the author of numerous books, including the novel “The Women Behind the Door,” being published this fall. Joyce Carol Oates (Poem, p. 43) was the 2024 recipient of the Prix Fitzgerald. Her latest novel is “Butcher,” and her forthcoming story collection is “Flint Kill Creek.” Yoni Brenner (Shouts & Murmurs, p. 19) writes for…

GROWTH AND EMISSIONS Idrees Kahloon’s review of the economist Daniel Susskind’s new book, “Growth,” succinctly summarizes the debate about whether we can avert climate catastrophe while also pursuing economic growth (Books, June 3rd). However, Kahloon’s assertion that, in the U.S., “growth and carbon emissions have decoupled” is misleading. Although it’s true that the economies of the U.S. and many other developed nations have become more and more digital- and service-oriented, these nations and their residents still rely heavily on emissions-intensive, environment-degrading resource extraction and industry. Those activities just occur, increasingly, in the developing world (where they often drive economic growth). Ted LammAssociate Director, Center for Law, Energy, and the EnvironmentUniversity of California, Berkeley School of LawBerkeley, Calif. INCITING INCIDENT I really enjoyed Kathryn Schulz’s witty and insightful essay about suspense…

JUNE 19 – 25, 2024 What we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. To call T-Pain’s journey back to the center of pop culture a redemption arc might be underestimating his influence, but in recent years the singer and rapper has become a case study in successful second impressions. Once the purveyor of a horny, liquor-infused, Auto-Tuned R. & B., he was soon deemed gimmicky and regressive. A 2014 Tiny Desk concert helped dispel the notion that he couldn’t actually sing; winning “The Masked Singer,” in 2019, further ratified his performance credentials. These days, he leans into a soulful crooner rebrand—most recently with more role-playing, on his 2023 album, “On Top of the Covers”—but he is still most captivating when he’s navigating the tipsy world of strip joints and…

A whiteboard affxed to the glass door of Kisa, a Korean restaurant that opened recently, on the corner of Allen and Houston Streets, lists approximate wait times. On a recent evening, rolling up at the geriatric hour of 5:30 P.M., I learned that the wait for a party of two would be around forty-five minutes; by the time I finished my meal, the estimates had grown to an hour and a half. Kisa does not take reservations, only walk-ins, a setup that makes perfect sense: this is a diner, and a fairly bare-bones one at that. Operated by the duo behind the sceney NoHo restaurant C as in Charlie, the Korean-born restaurateurs David Joon-Woo Yun and Steve JaeWoo Choi, and a partner, Yong Min Kim, the restaurant is an homage…

In the classic days of the Republic of Venice, you could lodge a complaint against the government by slipping a paper into the bocca di leone, the lion’s mouth, a kind of proto postal box. The lions’ mouths were distributed around town and were often highly specified: this one to get hot over taxes, this one to complain about garbage in the canal. Their purpose was not just, as some imagine, secret denunciation but also open protest; the authorities would witness the disquiet, register the grievance, and then, possibly, do something about it. The just-concluded elections for the European Parliament have some of the character of lion’s-mouth communication on a continental scale. The European Parliament is, like the Venetian Senate, mostly a pro-forma talking shop with limited power: actual political…

The other day, just before a gongbath session co-hosted by Bergdorf Goodman in a sunlit loft in Chelsea, Sat Hari Khalsa, a Los Angeles-based holistic healer, greeted a small group of fashion-conscious New Yorkers seated on yoga mats. The room smelled pleasantly spa-like (cotton-poplin-scented candles); guests were offered macarons and cold-pressed vegetable juice. Sat Hari, who doesn’t use her surname, is fifty-four, with long blond hair and a no-nonsense demeanor. She wore jeans, jewelry that she designed, and a blue shirt made by God’s True Cashmere, a line of unisex “quiet luxury” buttondown cashmere shirts that she founded with her good friend Brad Pitt. “I grew up in India, and at a very young age I was attracted to softness,” Sat Hari told the group. “I was also attracted to…