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.