The Brutalist Report

The New Yorker

• Emerald Fennell’s “Wuthering Heights” Never Plumbs the Depths [163d]
• Daily Cartoon: Monday, February 9th [163d]
• I Will Be Your Next President [164d]
• Why We Can’t Stop Reading—and Writing—Food Diaries [164d]
• Briefly Noted Book Reviews [164d]
• Barry Blitt’s “Split Screen” [164d]
• Fab 5 Freddy, Still Fly [164d]
• Téofimo López’s Swing Dancing [164d]
• Can Ozempic Cure Addiction? [164d]
• Pierre Huyghe’s “Liminals,” Reviewed: A Monster at Halle am Berghain [164d]
• The Babies Kept in a Mysterious Los Angeles Mansion [164d]
• “Industry” Is a Study in Wasted Youths [164d]
• “Playmakers,” Reviewed: The Race to Give Every Child a Toy [164d]
• Richard Holmes on Tennyson and Poetry in an Age of Science [164d]
• The Amazing Art Ventures of “Kavalier & Clay” [164d]
• How the Influential Make Influential Friends [164d]
• Listening to “The Joe Rogan Experience” [164d]
• The Landscape Artist Andy Goldsworthy Contemplates His Own Natural Decay [164d]
• Letters from Our Readers [164d]
• What Is Claude? Anthropic Doesn’t Know, Either [164d]
• Jeffrey Epstein’s Bonfire of the Élites [164d]
• “A Very Small Snowflake,” by Han Kang [164d]
• “Ode 1,” by Ricardo Reis [164d]
• Bad Bunny’s All-American Super Bowl Halftime Show [164d]