The New Yorker February 8, 2021

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Sarah Stillman (“The Damage,” p. 32), a staff writer, won the 2019 National Magazine Award for Public Interest. This story was produced in collaboration with the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism’s Global Migration Project. Kelefa Sanneh (“The Color of Money,” p. 26) has been a staff writer since 2008. Joyce Carol Oates (Poem, p. 44) received the 2020 Prix Mondial Cino Del Duca. Her new poetry collection is “American Melancholy.” Paul Rogers (Sketchbook, p. 49), an illustrator, teaches at ArtCenter College of Design, in Pasadena, California. Alexandra Schwartz (On Television, p. 74) joined the magazine in 2013 and has been a staff writer since 2016. Christoph Niemann (Cover) is the author of several books, including, most recently, “Pianoforte,” about the struggle and the joy of learning to play the piano as an adult. David Owen (“Promised…

the mail

WORKING WOMEN It was this historian’s pleasure to follow Jill Lepore as she showed how the meaning of work has changed over time (A Critic at Large, January 18th). She notes that feminists in the nineteen-seventies called for the recognition of housework as work. In fact, there was considerable debate within the women’s movement about demanding wages for housework. While we acknowledged the value of housework, many of us worried that getting paid for it would lock women into domestic labor, instead of expanding our access to all forms of paid work. Although wages for housework did not become widely adopted, fears about the siloing of women’s labor have been borne out. The paid labor force has become more gender-diverse, but women still perform the bulk of housework, whether unpaid in their…

goings on about town: this week

FEBRUARY 3 – 9, 2021 President Biden has earned the nickname Amtrak Joe because of his enthusiasm for railways. With the newly opened Moynihan Train Hall, New Yorkers might begin to see how he feels. The soaring marble, glass, and steel space is on Eighth Avenue, across from Penn Station—the renovation, by Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, cost more than a billion and a half dollars—and is graced by first-rate public art, including “The Hive” (pictured), a stalactite-like skyline by the Berlin-based duo Elmgreen & Dragset. MUSIC Ani DiFranco: “Revolutionary Love” FOLK So much of Ani DiFranco’s career feels like an act of rebellion: the blunt songs she began writing as a precocious kid; the independent music label she started in her twenties, after refusing to sign with the corporate record companies that had been…

goings on about town: podcasts

Chicano Squad This podcast, from Frequency Machine and Vox Media, explores a little-known chapter in the history of American justice—that of a team of five young Latino homicide detectives in the Houston Police Department during the late seventies, who were tasked with a daunting Spanish-language caseload amid a volatile climate of anti-Mexican bigotry and police violence. Narrated by the actor Cristela Alonzo (“Cars 3”), the series beautifully situates its narrative in time and space, opening with vivid stories about a melee at a Cinco de Mayo celebration in 1978 and agitation over the 1977 murder of José Campos Torres, a Vietnam veteran, by Houston police. Though marred by occasional off notes, the writing, narration, and production include color and humor (“Everybody used to go skinny-dippin’ in the bayou,” a local says.…

tables for two: rolo’s

I’ve always thought of hot dogs, which I love, as inextricably tied to particular, and Pavlovian, places in New York City: plucked from a cart’s steamy water near Central Park; encased in ruffled paper and savored, with frothy papaya juice, while standing in the window of Gray’s Papaya, gazing upon Amsterdam Avenue; paired with crinkle-cut fries and a milkshake at an umbrella-covered table outside the original Nathan’s, at Coney Island. The other night, I inaugurated another New York hot-dog ritual, in the most unlikely of locations—my Brooklyn kitchen. I’d been surprised to see hot dogs on the menu at Rolo’s, a new restaurant and grocery store in Ridgewood, Queens, which seemed to skew Italian, and whose five partners met at Gramercy Tavern. But they sounded delicious, a mix of heritage pork…

comment: a climate change

Nine years ago, Senator Sheldon Whitehouse had a sign made up that showed a photograph of the Earth as seen from space. “TIME TO WAKE UP,” it urged, in large, unevenly spaced letters. Every week that the Senate was in session, Whitehouse, a Democrat from Rhode Island, would tote the sign to the chamber, set it on an easel, and, before a hundred chairs—most of them empty—deliver a speech. Though the details changed, the subject of the speech remained the same. “It is time—indeed, it is well past time—for Congress to wake up to the disastrous effects of global climate change,” Whitehouse said on May 16, 2013. “My trusty ‘TIME TO WAKE UP’ sign is getting a little battered and showing some wear and tear, but I am still determined to get…