THE YOUNGEST CHILD: You guys, does tonight seem . . . different? (A beat.) THE MOTHER: Different how, honey? THE YOUNGEST CHILD: Nothing. It’s not different. Never mind. THE MOTHER: No, if there’s something— THE OLDEST CHILD: You always do this. THE MOTHER: Let her— THE YOUNGEST . . .Read the whole article at The Newyorker
Posts tagged ‘Cartoon’
Charlie Haas: Seder, The Sundance Movie.
Yoni Brenner: Mannahatta.
8220;New York Ranks Last in Happiness Rating.” —Headline in the Times. SCENE: Mannahatta, May 24, 1626. On the horizon are two tall-masted ships, anchored in the Hudson. Two Lenape Indians, CALKANICHA, a chief, and LAPOWINSA, a younger tribesman, converse in their native Lenape, beneath an ancient . . .Read the whole article at The Newyorker
Books: “Family Britain, 1951-1957.”
The second volume of Kynaston’s epic social history of postwar Britain covers a period of stabilization: jobs abounded; food rationing ended; and though the Conservatives’ victory in 1951 was fuelled partly by Churchill’s derision of the “Queuetopia” created by Labour, his party did . . .Read the whole article at The Newyorker
Andy Borowitz: Not Your Father’S Taliban.
TALIBAN OVERHAUL IMAGE TO WIN ALLIES The Taliban have embarked on a sophisticated information war, using modern media tools as well as some old-fashioned ones, to soften their image. . . . The dictates include bans on suicide bombings against civilians, burning down schools, or cutting off ears, lips and tongues. — . . .Read the whole article [...]
Dorothea Lasky: “Tornado.”
I remember he was bent down Like a whirlpool I was yelling at him He looked scared and backed away Another time, I squinted my eyes to see And he said I looked ugly The funny part was when My sister asked me where he went to And I just . . .Read the whole article at The [...]
Vijay Seshadri: “Visiting Paris.”
They were in the scullery talking. The meadow had to be sold to pay their riotous expenses; then the woods by the river, with its tangled banks and snags elbowing out of the water, had to go; and then the summer house where they talked— all that was left . . .Read the whole article at The Newyorker