| | | | A comic adapts her bawdy, bodily routines to marriage and parenthood.  Photograph by Gillian Laub for The New Yorker When one of a comedian’s main subjects is her body, her act is bound to change over time. And that’s what’s happened with Amy Schumer. As Ariel Levy explores, in a richly funny and illuminating profile from this week’s issue, Schumer has transitioned to joking less about the way her body is seen—and often denigrated—by men and more toward “the way it disintegrates with motherhood.” In either case, Schumer’s self-examination has always been framed with a mix of proud defiance and dizzying self-laceration. (“Loving yourself physically—I said all that when I was, like, twentysomething,” she tells Levy. “I got a little ahead of myself. It was easy to say I was hot then, because . . . I was.”) Another thing that hasn’t changed is her dedication to radical, hilarious transparency—whether she is talking about pooping her pants, how much money she has in the bank, or why she has long been, in her words, a “lightning tower for male rage.” “I don’t know why I don’t have any boundaries,” she says. “I just don’t.” —Ian Crouch, newsletter editor Support The New Yorker’s award-winning journalism. Subscribe today » | | | | From the News Desk |  News Desk The Censorship Machine Erasing China’s Feminist MovementThis summer, a viral video of a group of women being viciously attacked in a restaurant sparked national outrage. The response has been quashed. By Han Zhang | | | | | Cover Story | | This week’s cover, “Morning Music,” is the hundred and fourteenth contributed by the French artist Jean-Jacques Sempé, who died on August 11th, at the age of eighty-nine. In a fascinating interview, the art editor Françoise Mouly speaks to Sempé’s widow, Martine Gossieaux, about Sempé’s enduring love for The New Yorker, how he conjured images of the city from afar, and why one of his favorite covers was of “a happy chicken in nature.” | | | | | | Culture Dept. | Culture Desk The Life and Times of Hilma af KlintAs the groundbreaking artist enters the canon, a new biographical comic situates her firmly in her own times. By Françoise Mouly and Genevieve Bormes | | On Wall Street Fear and Clothing at Goldman SachsJamie Fiore Higgins hits the bargain bin at TJ Maxx and discusses her new memoir. By Sheelah Kolhatkar | | | | | The New Yorker Festival | Final week! Get the Eustace Pass, our all-in ticket with ultimate festival access. If you like our newsletter, we think you’ll love The New Yorker Festival, a dynamic mix of live conversations, performances, screenings, and experiences, coming October 7th-9th. When you buy a Eustace Pass, available only through Wednesday, you’ll be able to attend as many in-theatre events as you’d like. You’ll also receive early entry to your events, bypassing the general-admission line; an invitation to a cocktail party hosted by The New Yorker’s editor, David Remnick; a limited-edition New Yorker tote bag; and more. Get yours before the sale ends » | | | | Fun & Games Dept. |  Name Drop Play Today’s Quiz Can you guess the notable person in six clues or fewer? By Will Nediger |  Daily Shouts Dear Pepper: City Dog, Country Dog Poppins was neurotic and trembly and often peed on the floor in a “please don’t hurt me” kind of way. By Liana Finck | |  Crossword A Challenging Puzzle Courtier played by Robin Williams in Kenneth Branagh’s “Hamlet”: five letters. By Natan Last |  Daily Cartoon Monday, August 29th By Johnny DiNapoli | | | | | | P.S. As the U.S. Open gets under way, in Queens, revisit John McPhee’s classic “Levels of the Game,” which centers on the thrilling semifinal match of the 1968 Open between Arthur Ashe and Clark Graebner. Its insights into the precise details of tennis are as fresh as ever—even as it offers a glimpse of a bygone era of big-time sports. Back then, both men had day jobs: Graebner was a paper salesman, and Ashe was a lieutenant in the Army. First prize in the tournament was fourteen grand, which Ashe, the eventual winner, had to forego, because he was still registered as an amateur. This year’s winner will get $2.6 million. 🎾 | | | | Today’s newsletter was written by Ian Crouch. | | | | | | | |
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