The Brutalist Report

The New Yorker

• Emerald Fennell’s “Wuthering Heights” Never Plumbs the Depths [96d]
• Daily Cartoon: Monday, February 9th [96d]
• I Will Be Your Next President [97d]
• Why We Can’t Stop Reading—and Writing—Food Diaries [97d]
• Briefly Noted Book Reviews [97d]
• Barry Blitt’s “Split Screen” [97d]
• Fab 5 Freddy, Still Fly [97d]
• Téofimo López’s Swing Dancing [97d]
• Can Ozempic Cure Addiction? [97d]
• Pierre Huyghe’s “Liminals,” Reviewed: A Monster at Halle am Berghain [97d]
• The Babies Kept in a Mysterious Los Angeles Mansion [97d]
• “Industry” Is a Study in Wasted Youths [97d]
• “Playmakers,” Reviewed: The Race to Give Every Child a Toy [97d]
• Richard Holmes on Tennyson and Poetry in an Age of Science [97d]
• The Amazing Art Ventures of “Kavalier & Clay” [97d]
• How the Influential Make Influential Friends [97d]
• Listening to “The Joe Rogan Experience” [97d]
• The Landscape Artist Andy Goldsworthy Contemplates His Own Natural Decay [97d]
• Letters from Our Readers [97d]
• What Is Claude? Anthropic Doesn’t Know, Either [97d]
• Jeffrey Epstein’s Bonfire of the Élites [97d]
• “A Very Small Snowflake,” by Han Kang [97d]
• “Ode 1,” by Ricardo Reis [97d]
• Bad Bunny’s All-American Super Bowl Halftime Show [97d]