“It’s horrible when war comes knocking at your door. This is where I live—it’s my neighborhood,” the Parisian artist Charles Berberian says, about “Paris, November 2015,” his cover for next week’s issue of The New Yorker. “The day after the attacks, Saturday, it was so calm here. … No one was in the streets. This week though,_ _people are back out. The joke going around is: ‘No terrorist can stop me from paying the premium to have my café at a terrasse.’ It feels nice just to sit down and enjoy what briefly seemed impossible to enjoy again.”
Françoise Mouly has been the art editor at The New Yorker since 1993.
Mina Kaneko is a former member of The New Yorker’s editorial staff.
Goings On
What we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week, online, in N.Y.C., and beyond. Paid subscribers also receive book picks.
Sketchbook
A Millionth-Anniversary Surprise
When one has been married forever, one sometimes feels that there is nothing new one will ever discover about one’s person, however . . .
By Roz Chast
Annals of Gastronomy
A Martini Tour of New York City
My month of vermouth-rinsing and fat-washing.
By Gary Shteyngart