Alex Barron

  Teddy Wayne’s “I’m a Proud Nuclear-Missile Owner” from The New Yorker’s Shouts & Murmurs, is performed by Nick Offerman.

Why does a new federal law exempt Major League Baseball from paying minor league players according to minimum-wage laws?

On the Tumblr blog “Shitty New Yorker Cartoon Captions,” two guys craft wrong-headed, vulgar, and hilariously inappropriate submissions to the weekly contest.

Jia Tolentino visits the prize-winners at the Westminster dog show and tries to come to terms with the badly behaved mutt who’s wrecking her home.

Armando Iannucci mines the comedy of terror under dictatorship in his new film, about the murderous officials who have to deal with life after Stalin.

A disgruntled server has some opinions about the house-made ketchup: it’s disgusting.

The New Yorker director of photography (and N.B.A. superfan) Joanna Milter talks basketball—especially her beloved Cavaliers—with David Remnick.

Novelist, T. Coraghessan Boyle grapples with the devastation wreaked by wildfires and mudslides, which took the lives of his neighbors and transformed swaths of his town into mud flats.

A former vegetarian investigates a new kind of veggie burger that “bleeds” like meat.

Everyone is trying to figure out what bitcoin is. But maybe bitcoin has been inside us all along.

Nathan Lane made his name as a comic actor, but he’s playing the villain, Roy Cohn, in a new production of “Angels in America.”

Mary Oliver, who has been called America’s most beloved poet, conducts a spiritual search for meaning in the woods, by a pond, or anywhere she can closely observe nature.

The New Yorker’s in-house satirist shares a moment from a Presidential Administration that’s almost beyond satire.    

Bassem Youssef gave up practicing surgery to perform hard-hitting political satire. His enemies hit harder.

Beth Newell and Sarah Pappalardo founded a satirical Web site that finds plenty of fodder in the way women’s magazines speak to their readers.      

E. B. White sends Christmas greetings to uncertified accountants, old men asleep in libraries, and people who think they are in love but aren’t sure.

Bill’s year-end message to friends and loved ones ­in 2016 was packed with exaggerations, inconsistencies, and outright fabrication.  In 2017, he’s determined to set the record straight.

Every year, countless poor spellers accidentally address their Santa letters to Satan.  Satan—played by Kathleen Turner—always replies.

“Those balcony seats are probably pretty plush. If you’re about to be assassinated, you deserve to be comfortable.” A few random thoughts from the cheap seats.    

When the news first broke of an attack on the Olympic skater Nancy Kerrigan, Susan Orlean went to Tonya Harding’s home town to see what she could find out.