On October 26, 2025, the actor Sarah Jessica Parker took the stage with the New Yorker staff writer Rachel Syme for a conversation at the 26th annual New Yorker Festival, a weekend of conversations, screenings, performances, and more. The Festival, which is the magazine’s signature event, was held in New York City and brought together … Read more
Samuel D. Hunter’s “Little Bear Ridge Road,” directed by Joe Mantello at the Booth, on Broadway, is a small, quiet drama set in a large, quiet corner of the country. We’re somewhere in rural Idaho, far from light pollution and the people who cause it—and, even if you’ve never been up among the Idaho buttes, this … Read more
What’s the point of talking pictures if the people in them don’t talk? The characters in Ira Sachs’s films always express themselves volubly, even when there’s plenty of action (rewatch the ardently kinetic “Passages”), but in his surprising and boldly imaginative new drama, “Peter Hujar’s Day,” talk becomes the action. It’s a bio-pic, of sorts, … Read more
Listen and subscribe: Apple | Spotify | Google | Wherever You Listen Sign up for our daily newsletter to get the best of The New Yorker in your inbox. Download a Transcript. Patti Smith’s album début album, “Horses,” came out fifty years ago, on November 10, 1975, launching her to stardom almost overnight. An anniversary … Read more
Maybe it’s the lack of heat: La Boca is beautiful, and expensive, and charismatic, but it is also very bad. I ate there on three occasions, marvelling each time at the gulf between the appealing scene in the dining room, which offers live music at dinnertime and floods of sunlight during lunch, and the astonishing … Read more
History is littered with examples of the havoc wreaked by politicians’ will to power. No wonder, then, that voters cling to the fantasy of the self-effacing candidate—the kind who demonstrates his worthiness of the office by not wanting it at all. The jaunty and absorbing new miniseries “Death by Lightning” posits that America had the … Read more
Nick Arter, a thirty-five-year-old in Washington, D.C., never quite managed to become a professional musician the old-fashioned way. He grew up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, in a music-loving family. His father and stepfather were big into nineties hip-hop—Jay-Z, Biggie, Nas—and his uncles were working d.j.s spinning seventies R. & B. By his adolescence, he and his cousins were … Read more
That word, instantly identified with the French New Wave, is missing from “Nouvelle Vague,” an absence that comes off not as an accident but as a declaration by Linklater that’s far louder for being silent than a simple mention would have been. Auteur is the ordinary French word for “author,” and the Cahiers quintet used … Read more
When you make a purchase using a link on this page, we may receive a commission. Thank you for supporting The New Yorker. I don’t think I viscerally understood the importance of a Christmas tree, or a Hanukkah menorah, or a St. Lucia’s crown until I moved into an apartment with lots of windows: the night … Read more
There’s a clarity to the arc of Greenfield’s documentary: first the pride goeth, then a fall teacheth. It’s a shame that the musical gets bogged down by what happened after that. In the scattershot second act, Ferrentino and Schwartz chart the next decade or so of the Siegels’ story, including Jackie’s appearance on TV’s “Celebrity … Read more