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3 weeks ago | 
link.newyorker.com | Rachel Syme |Hilton Als |Laurie Gwen Shapiro
Plus: the heartrending movies of John Cazale; Sister Nancy’s eternal party; Richard Brody’s films for summer feels; and more. View in browser | What we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. In today’s newsletter, John Cazale’s string of stone-cold classics.
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3 weeks ago | 
newyorker.com | Rachel Syme
Two weeks ago, in the run-up to the release of her ninth studio album, “Something Beautiful,” Miley Cyrus, who is thirty-two and one of the most successful pop stars of all time, revealed, in an interview with Apple Music’s Zane Lowe, that she has a little-known medical condition called Reinke’s edema.
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4 weeks ago | 
newyorker.com | Rachel Syme
I couldn’t help but wonder . . . can you even have summer in New York City without Carrie Bradshaw? A reflection on the queen of the season, and the return of “And Just Like That . . .” Plus:• Susan B. Glasser on the vicious obits for Elon Musk• Are the best flour tortillas made in Kansas City? Rachel SymeSyme, a staff writer, has been covering culture for The New Yorker since 2012.
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4 weeks ago | 
newyorker.com | Rachel Syme |Hilton Als |Helen Shaw |Sheldon Pearce |Taran Dugal |Jia Tolentino
Summer is a season ripe for scandal; people tend to be overheated and understimulated, looking to mist their crisping minds with idle gossip. Minor controversies can boil over, given the right temperature, into full-on imbroglios; such was the case in Paris in 1884, when the twenty-eight-year-old painter John Singer Sargent débuted a new large-scale portrait at the Salon, then the world’s most influential summer art show.
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1 month ago | 
newyorker.com | Rachel Syme
The New Yorker is not, by any definition, a fashion magazine, but it is—and nearly always has been—a magazine concerned with fashion. The publication’s mascot, Eustace Tilley, is, after all, defined by accessories: his gleaming top hat, crisp white gloves, and dandyish monocle are all totems of both persnickety good taste and the febrile effort behind chasing it.
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1 month ago | 
newyorker.com | Rachel Syme |Helen Shaw |Jane Bua |Jillian Steinhauer
New York City and roller-skating go way back. In 1863, a part-time inventor named James Leonard Plimpton, who ran a furniture store in the East Village, filed the first American patent for quad skates. Plimpton, who struggled with weak ankles, loved to skate but hated to wobble; his newfangled creation featured four squat, spread-out wheels, an innovation that allowed even novice skaters to conquer balance.
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1 month ago | 
flipboard.com | Rachel Syme
2 days ago“Beyond the Sea” - Jonathan Groff And The Broadway Company Of “Just In Time” (LIVE on The Late Show)Tony Award-winner Jonathan Groff and the Broadway company of “Just In Time” perform “Beyond the Sea” from the new musical based on the career of Bobby Darin. Tickets for the show are on sale now at https://justintimebroadway.com.
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Mar 28, 2025 | 
lithub.com | Rachel Syme |Rebecca Bact |Joshua Hammer |Matthew Davies
Each month, our friends at AudioFile Magazine share a curated list of the best audiobooks for your literary listening pleasure. *APRIL FICTION Twist by Colum McCann| Read by Colum McCannAudioFile Earphones Award[Random House Audio | 8 hrs.]Author/narrator Colum McCann’s performance is masterful in this audiobook, which tests the delicate fabric of communication in our digital age. McCann never misses a beat in delivering the rising tension.
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Mar 14, 2025 | 
link.newyorker.com | Rachel Syme |Katy Waldman |Fintan O'Toole |Justin Chang
Plus: Steven Soderbergh’s spycraft in “Black Bag”; Jonathan Larson beyond “Rent”; and overheard at the Eavesdrop bar. View in browser | What we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week.
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Mar 12, 2025 | 
newyorker.com | Rachel Syme
In the spring of 2011, Lady Gaga, then twenty-five years old and on the cusp of releasing her second full-length studio album, “Born This Way,” did something unexpected—at least for a pop star of snowballing fame. I’m not talking about the way she’d shown up at the Grammy Awards that year, nestled inside a giant plexiglass egg that was paraded into the venue atop a rustic palanquin.
