In the October issue, the journalist Belén Fernández, who has visited the Darién several times between 2023 and 2026, documents the whipsawing transformations that those villagers have experienced ...

I’m a garbageman. Day after day, I heave and haul the detritus of the most polluting civilization in history. In two decades, I’ve handled tens of thousands of tons of trash, and the looks I get along ...

David Foster Wallace was a contributing editor to Harper’s Magazine. Wallace’s work first appeared in the September 1989 issue of the magazine with the story “Everything Is Green,” from Girl with ...

Vermeer: A Life Lost and Found, by Andrew Graham-Dixon. W. W. Norton. 416 pages. $45. There’s an anecdote that crops up sooner or later in almost any book about Johannes Vermeer. In 1663, a French ...

[Conversation] Burn Pits Joseph Hickman discusses his new book, The Burn Pits, which tells the story of thousands of U.S. soldiers who, after returning from Iraq and Afghanistan, have developed rare ...

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The reality of Israel’s conduct is finally catching up to it. It was easier, not long ago, to ignore, or even support, the destruction of Palestinian society in the West… ...

Like many American men, Nathaniel Hawthorne spent his twenties unemployed and living with his mother. In 1825, after graduating from Bowdoin College, he returned home to Salem and immured himself… ...

The Recognitions, by William Gaddis. NYRB Classics. 976 pages. $27.95. J R, by William Gaddis. NYRB Classics. 784 pages. $24.95. Readers with more than passing interest in the twentieth-century novel ...

When the crow whisperer appeared at the side gate to Adam Florin and Dani Fisher’s house, in Oakland, California, she was dressed head to toe in black, wearing a hoodie, gloves, and a mask. This was a ...

Three springs ago, I lost the better part of my mind. I remember it starting with my feet. I woke up one February morning in the South Bronx apartment I’d just moved into with my husband, and my feet ...