Innholdsfortegnelse for January 13, 2025 i The New Yorker

Peter Hessler (“A Tale of Two Districts,” p. 38) is a staff writer and a former China correspondent for the magazine. His books include “Other Rivers: A Chinese Education.” Dhruv Khullar (“Still Processing,” p. 12), a contributing writer, is a practicing physician and an associate professor at Weill Cornell Medical College. Jordan Salama (“The TikTok Trail,” p. 28), a first-time contributor to The New Yorker, is the author of “Stranger in the Desert: A Family Story.” Anthony Gottlieb (Books, p. 64) is an author whose next book, “Ludwig Wittgenstein: Philosophy in the Age of Airplanes,” is due out in October. Talib Babb (Shouts & Murmurs, p. 19), a standup comedian, is a former staff member of “The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.” Jenny Kroik (Sketchpad, p. 11) has been contributing…

Though perhaps best known for their portrayals of desire, Luca Guadagnino’s character-driven dramas also evince an abiding preoccupation with the customs of the rich. Recently, Guadagnino—whose latest film, “Queer,” was released in November—shared a reading list of perennial favorites of his, which reflect, as he put it, “how class exerts its own dynamics of power, dynamics of control, dynamics of seduction, and dynamics of nurturing.” His remarks have been edited and condensed. The Complete Bocuse by Paul Bocuse This is a recipe book by a gentleman, Paul Bocuse, who is hailed as the greatest French chef—or maybe the French people would say the greatest chef—of the twentieth century. He operated in and around Lyon, where he was from, all his life, and where he had one of the longest-standing three-Michelin-star…

Three weeks after retiring as the boat captain for Riverkeeper, the environmental organization, John Lipscomb embarked on a final wintry patrol, pro bono. “I’m doing it for the boat,” he said, explaining that the diesel inboard had just been repaired and would benefit from running for a few hours before hibernating. “I love this boat. It’s hard for me to leave it. We’ve spent a lot of time together.” By his own accounting, Lipscomb travelled eighty thousand miles on the Hudson and its tributaries during the past two and a half decades, or the equivalent of more than three circumnavigations of the Earth, all at a slow and steady speed of five or six knots, with the aim of seeing and being seen. “Everyone calls it the mighty Hudson,” he…

Our two-factor authentication system is expanding because text messages and e-mailed codes are becoming less secure. Also, we’re committed to making sure your log-in process is more of a hassle than it needs to be. We are certain that these new ways of confirming your identity will deny unauthorized users access to your account. And, if you can’t fulfill these authentication requirements, your account will be locked. However, the glass is half full, because if you’re locked out of your account the hackers are, too. Here are the other ways you’ll soon be able to verify your identity: Knock on the Door Nothing proves that it’s you like seeing you. We will send a representative to your home and he or she will knock twice. Once you open the door,…

On Election Night of 2024, shortly before nine o’clock, Representative Lauren Boebert ascended a small stage at the Grainhouse, a sports bar in Windsor, Colorado. Windsor, part of the state’s Fourth Congressional District, is situated on Colorado’s agricultural northern plains, and the bar was housed in a massive metal grain bin. A bright-green John Deere 237 corn picker stood next to the stage. Boebert, who had moved to the district earlier in the year, wore a tightly fitted blue suit with red lining, a white shirt, a pair of silver stiletto heels, and a red “Make America Great Again” baseball cap that had been signed on the brim in Sharpie by President Donald Trump. It had been less than two hours since the Colorado polls had closed, and most news…

ACROSS 1 “Resident Evil” actress Jovovich 6 Late tourney round 11 Literary device that covers up plot holes 12 System on which the term “spamming” was coined 14 “I had fun!” follow-up 17 “___ Kandelikas” (Ladino Hanukkah song) 18 Beset 19 “I talk to God, but the ___ is empty”: Sylvia Plath 20 Shuttlecock 22 It parallels Park, for short 23 Malawi, Tanganyika, or Turkana 24 They might be delivered as audio essays 25 Mac: Gaelic:: ___: Hebrew 26 Poet and novelist Alyan 27 Holy ___ 28 It gets billed first 31 Emmy that “Lost” once won, informally 32 Brainiacs 33 “… then what?” 36 Excessively dainty 37 “We are the ninety-nine per cent” movement, briefly 38 Word from the Inuktitut for “house” 40 Kvetch 41 When albums are typically…

President-elect Donald Trump has vowed to begin enacting the antiimmigrant agenda at the center of his campaign the moment he takes offce: mass deportations, a crackdown on people “pouring up through Mexico and other places,” even the elimination of birthright citizenship. (The fate of highskill immigration is one area of uncertainty; a dispute over H-1B visas consumed maga world over the holidays.) The scale of what Trump has promised is difficult to fathom and without recent precedent. A century and a half ago, however, a movement to cast out a different group of people began to accelerate in the United States. In April, 1876, a California state senate committee held a series of hearings in Sacramento and San Francisco on the “social, moral, and political effect” of Chinese immigration. By…

The other Monday evening, three men in their forties were hanging out on the mezzanine of the Hudson Theatre, in midtown. They were John Mulaney, the comedian; Alex Timbers, the Broadway director; and Simon Rich, the writer. The three—two quite tall, one a bit shorter, all about equally floppy-haired—had gathered for the night’s performance of “All In,” a limited-run “comedy about love,” which Rich wrote, Timbers directed, and Mulaney stars in. Timbers, in an olive-green button-down, was examining the pictures on the wall. “This was when Elvis went on ‘The Steve Allen Show,’ and Allen humiliated him by making him sing ‘Hound Dog’ to a dog,” he said, of a large framed photograph of a mournful-looking young Presley standing beside an even more mournful-looking basset wearing a small top hat.…

In the autumn of 2010, Lynne Freeman, a family-law attorney and an unpublished author, put the final touches on her first novel, “Blue Moon Rising.” The story revolved around a teen-age girl named Anna who falls in love with a werewolf and learns that she has magical powers. It was a fantasy, but it drew on Freeman’s own experiences growing up in Alaska. For years, Freeman had been fiddling with the material, imagining and reimagining characters, revisiting childhood memories. She even dreamed about the idea, and kept notes on it in a shoebox in her bedroom. In 2002, after becoming pregnant with twins, Freeman lost one of the babies and gave birth prematurely. Long nights lay ahead. She spent them caring for her son and working on her book. A…

I once owned a photograph of Yukio Mishima squatting in the snow, dressed in nothing but a skimpy white loincloth, brandishing a long samurai sword. Mishima’s torso is buffed from years of bodybuilding, his legs almost spindly by comparison. The expression on his face is perfectly described in one of the Mishima tales that appear in a new volume of his work, “Voices of the Fallen Heroes: And Other Stories” (Vintage International), edited by Stephen Dodd. After a young man is possessed in a séance by the spirits of kamikaze pilots: His usual rather weak features had taken on a manly, resolute look. His eyebrows were drawn together, his gaze was sharp, even his gentle-looking lips were closed tight. His face seemed just like a young soldier’s prepared for battle.…

At the stroke of noon one frigid weekday, the actress Monica Barbaro peered through the door to Chelsea Guitars, the hole-in-the-wall vintageguitar shop on the ground floor of the Chelsea Hotel. No one. “I kept coming here on Sundays, and it’s not open on Sundays,” she said, referring to her time shooting the Bob Dylan bio-pic “A Complete Unknown,” in which she plays Joan Baez, opposite Timothée Chalamet. She asked a hotel doorman if the place ever opens, and he said that it’s sometimes more of a “soft open.” “A creative open,” she countered, and waited in the lobby. Barbaro, a dark-eyed thirty-five-year-old, wore a blue peacoat and jeans. The hotel, where Dylan lived in the early sixties, is also where she spent her first day of shooting, for a…

We first met Hortense Cumberbatch, the soft-spoken optometrist at the heart of Mike Leigh’s wonderful 1996 film, “Secrets & Lies,” at a funeral. The camera paid her little mind. Dwarfed by a crowd of mourners in a cemetery, her head bowed as she murmured along to “How Great Thou Art,” Hortense, played with crystalline restraint by Marianne Jean-Baptiste, didn’t give much indication of being a main character. It’s possible that Jean-Baptiste, a Black British stage actor and musician with only a handful of small film roles to her name, didn’t know it yet herself. One of the curious effects of Leigh’s famously unorthodox working methods—in which the shape of a story and the nature of its characters are discovered, and perfected, through an often months-long process of acting workshops and…