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August 2, 2021

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Reporting

Dept. of Returns

New York’s Dreamy, Disorienting Reopening

Matthew Pillsbury’s long-exposure photographs capture the return of crowds after COVID lockdown. As communal city life comes back, can we find one another?
The Sporting Scene

Hou Yifan and the Wait for Chess’s First Woman World Champion

For years, Hou was the only woman who stood a chance against the very best. But she had her own ambitions.
Personal History

Flight Plan

Learning to live with a pilot.
Annals of Justice

Can Affirmative Action Survive?

The policy has made diversity possible. Now, after decades of debate, the Supreme Court is poised to decide its fate.

The Critics

The Art World

The Photographs That Women Took

“The New Woman Behind the Camera,” at the Met, is dizzying in its scope, acting as an index of female photographers between the nineteen-twenties and the fifties.
Books

Anthony Veasna So Takes On Trauma, but Doesn’t Leave Out the Jokes

Classics of immigrant storytelling can feel sparse and solemn. The stories in So’s “Afterparties” fill the silence, spilling over with transgressive humor and exuberant language.
Books

Briefly Noted

“Intimacies,” “A Passage North,” “Until Proven Safe,” and “The Invention of Sicily.”
On Television

The Brilliant, Biting Social Satire of “The White Lotus”

Mike White’s HBO tragicomedy is one of the best shows of the year.
Podcast Dept.

The Post-Dirtbag Left

For years, “Chapo Trap House” and other podcasts have paired anti-capitalist ideas with the rhetorical style of social media. Is a new form emerging?
A Critic at Large

Facebook’s Broken Vows

How the company’s pledge to bring the world together wound up pulling us apart.

The Talk of the Town

Steve Coll on spyware vs. the free press; a secret pseudo-garden; snapshots, A to Z; Camille Cottin’s candor; crazy rich antics.

Crazy Rich Dept.

Kevin Kwan Dreams of Capri

The author of “Crazy Rich Asians” stayed home during lockdown, as unmasked jet-set friends checked out Tulum and Hawaii. Can he bust loose to celebrate the publication of his latest, “Sex and Vanity”?
Paris Postcard

Camille Cottin Always Feels Like a Beginner

The French actress, known for “Call My Agent!,” “Killing Eve,” and “Connasse,” co-habits with “fucking Matt Damon” in the Trump-inflected Cannes hit “Stillwater.”
The Sights, the Smells

Smoke-Orange Sky? It’s Always Sunny in Citrovia

Seeking shelter from the mega-fires and superstorms inside the psychedelic, Teletubby-evoking plastic-lemon-grove installation in midtown, contrived to disguise a giant construction shed.
Public Images Dept.

A Thousand Words, a Million Times Over

The New York Public Library’s Picture Collection, an archive of more than a million printed images that Andy Warhol used as a proto-Pinterest, is celebrated in a new book and Gagosian exhibition by the artist Taryn Simon.
Comment

The Spyware Threat to Journalists

In this gathering age of digital autocracy, it is hard to avoid the impression that the dictators are winning.

Shouts & Murmurs

Shouts & Murmurs

May Not Cause Side Effects

Cartoons

1/15

Cartoon by Sofia Warren

Fiction

Fiction

Coda

Puzzles & Games Dept.

Crossword

The Crossword: Wednesday, July 21, 2021

A moderately challenging puzzle.

Poems

Poems

Swimming Laps

Poems

Reasons to Log Off

Goings On About Town

Night Life

The Indie Rock of Bright Eyes

The band’s multi-instrumentalists bring their diaristic folk and pop music to Forest Hills Stadium, in a show that includes Lucy Dacus and Waxahatchee.
Tables for Two

Ice Cream from Gimmick to Rapture

The summer’s flavors include Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, Sea Salt Saba, and Roasted Banana with Coffee Caramel, made by the intrepid purveyors Van Leeuwen, Caffè Panna, and Bad Habit.
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