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How the politically aware six-year-old heroine of "Mafalda" became an international phenomenon.

In recent years, an irresistibly intuitive hypothesis has both salved and fuelled parental anxieties: it's the phones.

"I've been writing down the whispers / of a stopped clock."

The author reads her story from the July 7 & 14, 2025, issue of the magazine.

A seventy-million-dollar renovation beautifully presents the museum's non-Western art--even if doubts remain about whether all of it belongs in New York.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

She could sit on a bench in Europe completely unmolested, without a single human being saying a word to her, until the sun fell out of the sky.

He was nothing and nobody, and nobody cared, and he thought that everyone was watching him, that even I was watching him.

A different point of view.

Central Park's beloved open-air stage has had some work done (eighty-five million dollars' worth). Streep and Pacino may have moved on, but the raccoons stuck around.