Brooke Jarvis

Oct 23, 2024 | nytimes.com | Brooke Jarvis

My sister lives in western North Carolina, a few hours from our childhood home in east Tennessee. She evacuated just before Hurricane Helene arrived, but her roommates, friends, co-workers and neighbors - people I knew, people I'd been to parties and trivia nights and potlucks with - did not. Soon there was no word from them. Texts and calls went unanswered. Social media pages showed the earliest impacts of the storm - falling branches, ominously rising water - and then went quiet.

Aug 19, 2024 | newyorker.com | Brooke Jarvis

In the mid-fifteen-hundreds, a Swedish peasant named Nils lived on an island called Iggön in the Baltic Sea. He was known to his neighbors as Rich Nils, apparently because of the plenitude of fish in the waters near his home and, even more lucrative, the seals that showed up to hunt them. There was one rock in particular where seals liked to haul themselves out of the ocean to rest and bask in the sun. Nils, for his part, liked to visit this rock with his harpoon.

Oct 21, 2023 | nytimes.com | Brooke Jarvis

How anxiety about the planet's future is transforming the practice of psychotherapy. Credit... Photo illustration by Derek Brahney Andrew Bryant can still remember when he thought of climate change as primarily a problem of the future. When he heard or read about troubling impacts, he found himself setting them in 2080, a year that, not so coincidentally, would be a century after his own birth.

Aug 27, 2023 | nytimes.com | Brooke Jarvis |Jack D’Isidoro |Aaron Esposito |John Woo

Jack D’Isidoro and Sophia Lanman and The signs on the gateat the entrance to the path and along the edge of the reservoir were clear. “No swimming,” they warned, white letters on a red background. On a chill mid-April day in northwest England, with low, gray clouds and rain in the forecast, the signs hardly seemed necessary. But then people began arriving, by the dozens and then the hundreds. Some walked only from nearby Hayfield, while others came by train or bus or foot from many hours away.

Jul 26, 2023 | nytimes.com | Brooke Jarvis

The signs on the gateat the entrance to the path and along the edge of the reservoir were clear. "No swimming," they warned, white letters on a red background. On a chill mid-April day in northwest England, with low, gray clouds and rain in the forecast, the signs hardly seemed necessary. But then people began arriving, by the dozens and then the hundreds. Some walked only from nearby Hayfield, while others came by train or bus or foot from many hours away.