The New Yorker – Archive

Love that bomb

It’s not just the Indians who fetishize nukes. In the American hierarchy of things that kill people, bombs have never had much moral cachet. There is no National Bomb Read more [...]

Dept. of Puffery

If it hadn’t gone down, the Titanic might have gone up in smoke. If you were, say, the president of Philip Morris and you were fantasizing about how to sell more cigarettes, Read more [...]

The Dead Zone

Seven bodies buried in the Artic tundra might solve the riddle of the worst flu pandemic in history — and might help us prevent it from happening again. I–PERMAFROST On Read more [...]