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The Missionary in the Kitchen
At nineteen, I was practically Christian. No sex, no drugs, a lot of desperate hopes that didn’t seem so different from prayers: to be normal, to be smart—above all,...
Cécile McLorin Salvant Finds “the Gems That Haven’t Been Sung and Sung”
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The Sexy Mind Games of “Hit Man”
In Richard Linklater’s romantic crime comedy, an undercover operative transforms his love life by means of professional deceptions. Source link
John Cuneo’s “A Man of Conviction”
It’s not the first time that news of a verdict against Donald J. Trump has been eagerly awaited by cartoonists, commentators, and the general public. For the cover of...
“Matrescence,” and the Transformations of Motherhood
Several months after the writer Lucy Jones gave birth to her third child, she purchased a compound microscope, swabbed her underarm, and set out to grow her own bacteria....
The New Generation of Online Culture Curators
The current Internet landscape sometimes feels like the Zone in Andrei Tarkovsky’s film “Stalker”: directionless, inexplicable, bound to change in confusing ways. Our social-media feeds don’t offer much except...
The Maillard Over-Reaction
Things that scare me in the kitchen: mandolines, lighting a gas hob with a matchstick, onions, chicken-washing discourse, people who want to help, cooking with or without a timer,...
The Trials and Tribulations of the Boymom
Until a few months ago, the parenting influencer Avery Woods, who has more than two million followers on TikTok, was best known for adding potty-mouthed voice-overs to videos of...
A Brilliant Neglected Novel About the Search for a Lost Older Lover
Edmund White’s “Nocturnes for the King of Naples” opens with the most remarkable account of cruising I know. By cruising I mean a specifically gay male practice of organized...
The Decades-Long Romance of Las Vegas and Hawaii
Late one recent evening at the California Hotel and Casino, in downtown Las Vegas, a few miles north of the Strip, I tried my luck at a slot machine...
The Detroit Pistons Were My Father’s Second Family
One night, when I was a sophomore in college, my father came to see me play basketball in Philadelphia. It was 1984. I was on the team at St....