Tag: The New Yorker
White GirlsOctober 2013
I see how we are all the same, that none of us are white women or black men; rather, we’re a series of mouths, and that every mouth needs filling: with something wet or dry, like love, or unfamiliar and savory, like love.
Jon Lee Anderson: In the Field, In Over Your HeadApril 2013
The veteran war reporter’s advice to young journalists on safety, story, five-sense reporting, and the uses of rumor.
Never EnoughApril 2012
The great eater, writer, and humorist Calvin Trillin remembers when journalism wasn't so respectable.
Meakin Armstrong: Just Ignore That Damned New Yorker ListJune 2010
The New Yorker is lauded for keeping the literary flame alive, but is that flame sucking all of the oxygen out of the room?