Before I read The View from Saturday, I saw anger as a luxury, a way to take up physical and emotional space that I didn’t think I deserved to occupy.
Sixty-five years after it was published, J.D. Salinger’s novel remains a definitive expression of adolescent trauma.
On Beyoncé’s “Hold Up.”
The photos on the author and New Yorker critic’s Instagram account can seem bouncily staged, as if he’d just held up his phone and made a suggestion, or a consolation, or a dig.
Mrs. Dalloway and the promise and problems of empathy.