Elizabeth warren sells populism to professionals

Elizabeth Warren, with her arms in the air, stands between a scenic view and a crowd.

The Massachusetts senator’s campaign rests on the theory that the past decade has transformed the way class is felt in America.

By Benjamin Wallace-Wells

Q. & A.

A Kashmiri Novelist on a State Under Siege

Mirza Waheed discusses India’s history of repression in the region and the toll that the suspension of constitutional autonomy will take on civil society.

By Isaac Chotiner

Politics and More Podcast

Dayton’s Mayor Takes the National Stage

In the wake of tragedy, Nan Whaley was rocketed into prominence as a figure in the national conversation about gun violence.

Culture and More

The Front Row

Bruce Springsteen’s Music Saves a Teen in “Blinded by the Light”

The comedic drama presents a dream of inclusion in which the universal solvent turns out to be not culture but celebrity and money.

By Richard Brody

Musical Events

The Opera Composer Who Went Hollywood

Erich Wolfgang Korngold’s melodic gift rivalled Puccini’s. Now the classical world is giving him a fresh listen.

By Alex Ross

Books and Fiction

Books

The Transgressive Thrills of Charles Bukowski

The author, who was born ninety-nine years ago today, accomplished something rare: he produced a large, completely distinctive, widely beloved body of work.

By Adam Kirsch

A large woman lying underneath a dining table with a family of four.

Flash Fiction

“Wish”

“I want you to promise me that they’ll live. The children. My husband. I want them to live.”

By Linda Boström Knausgård

Sketchbook

Blitt’s Kvetchbook

Nicknames for His Hair

Caramel Blizzard, Helmet of Fog, and other epithets.

By Barry Blitt

Humor from The New Yorker

A woman stands on stage reading from a script.

Daily Shouts

Commercial-Casting Breakdowns

Seeking forty- to sixty-year-old man or woman. Professorial type. Will be throwing Skittles at therapy clients instead of providing help.

By Keaton Patti

Daily Cartoon

Friday, August 16th

By Peter Kuper

The New Yorker