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"I am afraid, I say / as I look up."

I knew no one when I first came to New York, which meant it belonged only to me. Drawing it, I still feel as if I'm taking inventory of an infinite treasure vault.

The author on the New Yorker story that inspired her story "Jubilee."

Leaving Brooklyn for a new life as a college student in Manhattan was in itself an act of becoming.

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."

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.