An Apocalyptic August in California

Plus: Kimberly Guilfoyle’s high-volume Trumpism; the precarious future of the world’s monarchies, and Gore Vidal’s final resting place. View in browser | Update your preferences California Chronicles An Apocalyptic August in California The virus is indoors; the fires are outdoors. There are few places left to go. By Anna Wiener Campaign Chronicles Kimberly Guilfoyle’s High-Volume Trumpism At the Republican National Convention, the Trump campaign official and girlfriend of Donald Trump, Jr., delivered a speech whose tone might be described as high-key dystopian. By Eric Lach Daily Comment Juan Carlos’s Fall from Grace in Spain Whether from the onward march of Western-style secularism and global consumer culture or from public revulsion at corruption, monarchy seems under increasing threat of extinction. By Jon Lee Anderson Politics and More Podcast Everyone Knew Who Shot Ahmaud Arbery. Why Did the Killers Walk Free? It took seventy-four days for them to be arrested. What were prosecutors thinking? PAID POST God’s Shadow Boldly Reveals the Ottoman Empire’s Vital Importance Alan Mikhail’s “impressive revisionist history” of Sultan Selim I’s legacy “restores the Ottoman Empire to its rightful place as a ‘fulcrum’ of global power” (Kirkus Reviews). The result? “A major historical work and a genuine page-turner” (Publishers Weekly). Culture and More Legacy Dept. Can Gore Vidal Find Rest in His Final Resting Place? The contentious writer, who liked to say that, after fifty, litigation replaces sex, had very specific plans for his burial. By Kitty Kelley On Television Rewatching “Black Journal” Five Decades On The pioneering news show, launched in 1968 and now available to stream, had soul and an insider energy. By Doreen St. Félix Postscript The Tragic Charisma of Justin Townes Earle The singer-songwriter understood the richness and cruelty of the modern world. By Amanda Petrusich Humor from The New Yorker Daily Shouts I Thought I Would Have Accomplished a Lot More Today and Also by the Time I Was Thirty-Five When I think about all the time I frittered away, it agitates me, and I jump on Wikipedia to look up nineteenth-century circuses. By Alex Baia Daily Cartoon Tuesday, August 25th By Elisabeth McNair This e-mail was sent to you by The New Yorker. To insure delivery, we recommend adding newyorker@newsletters.newyorker.com, to your contacts, while noting that it is a no-reply address. Please send all newsletter feedback to tnyinbox@newyorker.com. For more from The New Yorker, sign up for our newsletters, shop the store, and sign in to newyorker.com, where subscribers always have unlimited access. Contact us with questions. View our Privacy Policy Unsubscribe Copyright © Condé Nast 2020. One World Trade Center, New York, NY 10007. All rights reserved.