| |  The New Yorker Interview Rashida Jones Wonders What Makes Us HumanThe actor discusses the encroachment of A.I., her adolescent tiff with Tupac, and her enduring love of philosophy. By Michael Schulman | | | | |  | If you know someone who would enjoy the daily, please share it. Was this newsletter forwarded to you? Sign up. | | | | Editor’s Picks |  Photo Booth Lyle Ashton Harris’s Scrapbooks of the SelfThe artist’s knotty, intimate archive is on display at the Queens Museum. By Vince Aletti | | | | | Near-Misses Dept. How to Survive Lions and Bears and Racism in NatureRae Wynn-Grant, the host of “Wild Kingdom” and author of “Wild Life,” recounts the times she nearly died. By Mark Yarm | | The New Yorker Radio Hour Florence Welch Talks About Life on the RoadThe singer and leader of Florence and the Machine chats with John Seabrook about finding her voice as a songwriter and her struggles with alcohol, and plays two songs live with her band. | | | | | | | | In Case You Missed It | Highlights from the Fiction Issue. | | | |  Fiction “Opening Theory” Looking over at her, he starts to smile again—revising, she thinks, the presumption of failure. By Sally Rooney |  Fiction “The Drummer Boy on Independence Day” An indispensable part of the ceremony, of course, was the Civil War veteran, and at the time I’m telling about we still had one—a Confederate, naturally. By E. L. Doctorow | |  Fiction “The Hadal Zone” Arwen’s last thought before sleep is that he is in a twisting cyclonic fall down through the ocean trench to become a compressed speck of matter. It feels good. By Annie Proulx |  Love & Heartbreak Bound Together I felt that I was being tied to the women in my family, those who had come before and those yet to come. By Edwidge Danticat | |  Love & Heartbreak Weeping at the Lake Palace I tried to compete with my rivals by spending money. By Akhil Sharma |  Love & Heartbreak Up the Stairs Granddad had apparently taken the bus quite a distance and walked very far that day, to reach a certain apartment building. By Shuang Xuetao | | | | | | Poems | Poems “Bull’s-Eye”“Along the Pojoaque, cottonwoods form a swerving river of gold.” By Arthur Sze | | Poems “Wallpaper Poem”“If to dust we return / And we do / Why spend a minute / Choosing wallpaper.” By Phillis Levin | | | | |  | Name Drop: Can you guess the identity of a notable person—contemporary or historical—in six clues? Play our trivia game » | | | | | P.S. If you didn’t travel anywhere over the holiday weekend, don’t fret. Perhaps Emma Cline’s “The Guest,” from last year, could assuage any lingering regret about staying put. “Cline’s novel falls into a genre that could more precisely be called ‘the vacay bummer,’ in which ludicrously rich people are reproved for their life styles while on ludicrously decadent vacations,” Sarah Chihaya writes. 🏖️ | | | | | | | |
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