The Meaning of Home

From The New Yorker’s archive: stories about how the concept of home has shifted over time. View in browser | Update your preferences The Meaning of Home In 2006, the journalist and screenwriter Nora Ephron published an essay in The New Yorker about her love affair with the Apthorp, a Beaux-Arts building on the Upper West Side, where she resided for more than twenty years. Ephron’s piece is an evocative meditation on nostalgia and the meaning of home. Love, she writes, is a kind of homesickness; we tend to fall in love with people (or apartments) who remind us of something familiar. It was during a particularly low period in her life that she felt rescued and liberated by a sense of place. Over the past year, many of us have been forced to reëxamine our notions of what home means—whether it’s due to the transformation of a city we love or the absence of family members who have always brought us a feeling of contentment. This week, we’re bringing you a selection of pieces about how the concept of home has shifted over time. In “Homemaking,” Jamaica Kincaid writes about her dream house and how she was influenced by the legacy of its past occupants after her family moved in. (“A house has a physical definition; a home has a spiritual one.”) In “The Yellow House,” Sarah M. Broom reflects on the significance of her family’s New Orleans home, which was lost after Hurricane Katrina. In “The Ghost of the Glass House,” Adam Gopnik describes the visionary couple behind the Maison de Verre (or the “Louise Brooks of modern houses”), in Paris, where it doubled as a creative salon that drew artistic virtuosos including Picasso, Cocteau, and Miró. In “Altered State,” Andrea Lee recalls her experience growing up as one of the few Black girls in her Pennsylvania home town. (“I’m good at being foreign—I learn it as a child.”) Finally, in “A House of One’s Own,” Janet Malcolm examines how Virginia Woolf’s sister, the painter Vanessa Bell, transformed a Sussex farmhouse into the legendary artists’ colony known as Bloomsbury. Some of these pieces are enchanting, others wistful—they feel, in other words, just like home. —Erin Overbey, archive editor From The New Yorker’s Archive Personal History Moving On, a Love Story To move into the Apthorp was to enter a state of giddy, rent-stabilized delirium. By Nora Ephron | June 5, 2006 The Life of a House Homemaking Moving into the perfect house—and sharing it with the memories of the family who lived there before. By Jamaica Kincaid | October 16, 1995 Personal History The Yellow House A decade after the storm, my mother still can’t go home. By Sarah M. Broom | August 17, 2015 Newsletters Sign Up for The New Yorker’s Books & Fiction Newsletter Book recommendations, fiction, poetry, and dispatches from the world of literature, twice a week. A Reporter at Large The Ghost of the Glass House Pierre Chareau’s modernist Glass House, in nineteen-thirties Paris—and the dreams that still haunt it. By Adam Gopnik | May 9, 1994 Personal History Altered State Pennsylvania, blackness, and the art of being foreign. By Andrea Lee | June 30, 2008 A Critic at Large A House of One’s Own Virginia Woolf was Bloomsbury’s genius, but her sister, the painter Vanessa Bell, created its shrine. By Janet Malcolm | May 28, 1995 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.