New York City’s Clown-Car Mayoral Race

Plus: Masha Gessen on the trial of Donald Trump; the experiment of the Brooklyn Nets; and new fiction by Graham Swift. View in browser | Update your preferences Our Local Correspondents New York City’s Clown-Car Mayoral Race More than thirty-five people are running for mayor. Does that bode well for the voters? By Eric Lach Daily Comment The Importance, and Incoherence, of Twitter’s Trump Ban The optics of January 6th shocked social-media platforms into action. But no ban, no matter how prominent, can change a platform’s underlying architecture. By Andrew Marantz Our Columnists The Trial of Trump Must Tell the Full Story of the Capitol Insurrection We need a truth-finding mission rather than just a punitive undertaking, and it requires the support of President-elect Biden. By Masha Gessen Our Columnists Trump’s Financial Troubles May Be Just Beginning The President’s decision to attempt a “self-coup” came at what was already a fraught time for the Trump Organization. By John Cassidy Culture and More The Sporting Scene The Brooklyn Nets Are an Experiment Within an Experiment The Nets’ young core—and the heart of the team’s new, widely touted culture—was leveraged and flipped for three moody superstars. By Louisa Thomas Fiction “Blushes” “It was a wonderful party. It reënveloped him now. The best of his birthday parties, because, after all, he was ten, a big boy, two numbers to his name.” By Graham Swift This Week in Fiction Graham Swift on Ghost Worlds The author discusses “Blushes,” his story from this week’s issue of the magazine. By Deborah Treisman The Front Row A TV Documentary Shows the Deep Roots of Right-Wing Conspiracy In 1964, the John Birch Society was the most active far-right group in the United States—unless you count the Republican Party. By Richard Brody Humor and Puzzles Blitt’s Kvetchbook The Impeachment Olympics And the gold medal goes to . . . By Barry Blitt Daily Shouts Ask Kim Kierkegaardashian: To Slut or Not to Smut Instead of writing a philosophy paper in your head, write it in bed, and call it foreplay. By Kim Kierkegaardashian Crossword The Weekend Puzzle Group quarantining together, in COVID-era parlance: three letters. By Anna Shechtman 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.