Naomi Fry

“Project Hail Mary” and Lena Dunham’s memoir “Famesick” are part of a new wave of art works that boldly embrace sincerity over cynicism. Why are we suddenly so eager to wear our hearts on our sleeves?

The bio-pic places the so-called King of Pop back at the center of the culture, putting a fresh coat of varnish on the star’s troubled legacy.

A couple of weeks ago, while taking the train back home to Brooklyn from therapy on (where else?) the Upper West Side, I noticed a subway ad I'd

Since the seventies, the famed Nuyorican Poets Café has blossomed on the Lower East Side as an essential hothouse for arts movements of many

A new slate of cultural offerings presents divergent ideas about the struggles men and boys face today—and how to resolve them.

The women pop up again and again, in canvas after canvas, like a random intrusive thought that refuses to go away, or a masturbatory fixation that both disturbs and excites.

Rafael Nadal’s fervent commitment to the game of tennis, seemingly to the exclusion of almost all else, makes him a fascinating case study for ambition and monomania, as captured by a new Netflix docuseries.

Every week, The New Yorker's editors and critics select the best new books of the year so far.

In 1990, three daughters of rock royalty—nepo babies before the term was invented—released “Hold On,” a song so wholesome and unguarded that it could disarm even the angstiest teen.

Being asked to name my favorite book of all time feels like way too much pressure (apologies to the asker, this newsletter's editor). The older I