Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Hark, the manosphere! In the days following the Presidential election, the word suddenly seemed to be on everyone’s lips. Comprising a loose consortium of highly influential, extremely online, and mostly young,…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Jackson ArnThe New Yorker’s art critic You’re reading the Goings On newsletter, a guide to what we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. Sign up to receive it in your…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Dmitri Shostakovich’s Fifth Symphony, one of the mainstays of the twentieth-century orchestral repertory, ends with an unapologetic display of musical bombast. The coda consists of thirty-five triple-forte bars in the key…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The name of Frank Auerbach, the British artist who died on November 11th, at the age of ninety-three, is not especially well known in the United States. MOMA holds five of…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story At a wide desk in a bedroom somewhere sits a figure, her back facing the camera, supported by an ergonomic white office chair. Her head is bracketed by puffy, white noise-cancelling…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Just before the election, I went to see a play. It was staged for a small group, was about ninety minutes long, and was followed by a Q. & A. For…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The second triennial survey at El Museo del Barrio, “Flow States,” is loosely organized around the concept of diasporas and the movements of people across nations, geographies, and cultures. A major…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Most New Yorkers don’t spend their lives on the waterfront (except, of course, a lucky few), but we are frequently reminded that the city is surrounded by water when we catch…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story On a cool night this past spring, the line outside the Blue Note ran down the block, causing enough of a scene that a young man stopped to ask, “Who’s it…