Michael Schulman

Me: "Do you want to hear RFK's erotic writings?"
Him, driving: "No."
Me: "Too bad. Here goes..."

Oh I’m SURE they’re delighted

CORRECT

Sorry to say I just did not respond to "Train Dreams" at all.

“Wicked: For Good” Is Very, Very Bad In the second of two movies adapted from the Broadway musical, Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo battle fascism, bigotry, and some fairly dreadful filmmaking.

This is a liquidation. www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...

This short doc is an absolute heartbreaker.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
She’s fucking Mark Sanford,
I’m battling bamboo.

Oedipus with Special Guests the Muppets

Some people in the comments seem to think that profiles are "rewards" that we bestow upon the virtuous, and we didn't "used to" write or read them about questionable characters, regardless of tone. Which, sorry, has never been true in the history of modern journalism.

Olivia Nuzzi Did It All for Love

Don't shoot me but I liked this profile. The absurdities of the subject are presented straight, lending the whole thing a sliver of irony that doesn't come across in screenshots. I do not think the reader is meant to swoon over the love story. www.nytimes.com/2025/11/14/s...

Eyes as blue as the flame
Shedding tears for a rose:
Sights that wrench a girl’s heart
Like whale juice stings the nose

His love, so insatiable
Complex and dark
More perplexing by far
Than roadkill in a park

He promised a baby,
A bullet--no pain--
A future as long
As the worm in his brain.

Never tell a straight man that you don’t like the television show “The Bear.” They will not understand, they will not accept. It just won’t compute.

Yes! Loved that movie, and glad to see it's playing somewhere.

Nicholas Christopher, Broadway’s Grand Master To prep for his role in the new revival of “Chess,” by Tim Rice and two ABBA members, the star headed to Brighton Beach to dine with locals who know a thing or two about the game.

This week in Talk of the Town: Nicholas Christopher, who plays the Russian chess master in "Chess" on Broadway, visits Brighton Beach to show me how he learned to be Russian and a chess master. www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...

Laura Dern Has the Spirit of Seventies Cinema The actor, who plays George Clooney’s publicist in “Jay Kelly” and Will Arnett’s estranged wife in “Is This Thing On?,” has spent her life surrounded by Hollywood luminaries.

“David [Lynch] knew I could be anyone and held everything inside me. And I did not know that about myself.” A new interview with Laura Dern. https://www.newyorker.com/news/the-new-yorker-interview/laura-dern-has-the-spirit-of-seventies-cinema

Laura Dern Has the Spirit of Seventies Cinema The actor, who plays George Clooney’s publicist in “Jay Kelly” and Will Arnett’s estranged wife in “Is This Thing On?,” has spent her life surrounded by Hollywood luminaries.

I had a long talk with the luminous Laura Dern about her roles in "Jay Kelly" and "Is This Thing On?," her New Hollywood childhood, her lifelong collaboration with David Lynch, and her mother, Diane Ladd, who died a few weeks after we spoke. www.newyorker.com/news/the-new...

Diane Ladd, 3-time Oscar nominee, dies at 89 Diane Ladd, the three-time Academy Award nominee known for roles in “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore” and “Wild at Heart,” has died at 89.

A wonderful actress who also happened to be Laura Dern's mom. Watch them both in "Wild at Heart" for something truly bonkers. RIP. apnews.com/article/dian...

How did no one at the Times notice that Micah’s dick was out in this pic

The Remarkable Quotidian of Peter Hujar In 1974, the photographer described his day to a journalist: a shoot with Allen Ginsberg, a chat with Susan Sontag. The delayed result: “Peter Hujar’s Day,” a film by Ira Sachs.

In this week's Talk of the Town: how one ordinary extraordinary day in the photographer Peter Hujar's life in 1974 sparked a book, a movie, and a trip to the Morgan Library archives with Linda Rosenkrantz and Ira Sachs. www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...

What if my life now is the movie “Neighbors” but the frat is A24.

I live near the Cherry Lane and @a24movies.bsky.social is partying so hard for Halloween that I can hear it in my bedroom at 1 a.m. Turn it down, auteurs! #ifihadlegsidkickyou

Wary Jane

Jonathan Groff Rolls Merrily Back The actor reflects on his journey in reverse: from his latest Tony nomination to his arrival in New York, waiting tables and dreaming of Broadway.

Proof that good things sometimes happen to people as a result of doing an interview with me! www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...

Jonathan Groff Reconnected With Gavin Creel Right Before He Died “He texted me congratulations, and that was the last interaction we ever had.”

Jonathan Groff shared this story with me onstage last night, and I could barely speak. (He said it was the reason he agreed to do the New Yorker Festival after an 8-show week.) I’m floored and so moved. These princes. www.vulture.com/article/gavi...

DISAGREE. Halloween has enough real estate already. My ideal holiday is Easter - lasts a day, doesn’t bother those who don’t celebrate it. Signed, the Grinch

Thanks so much, John! That means a lot.

Event Details - The New Yorker Festival

Reminder that I'll be talking with some of my colleagues about the craft of profile writing (and its strange psychology) at the New Yorker Festival on Sunday at 10 a.m. festival.newyorker.com/event-detail...

Can people running for office just try to be the least bit normal? (I ask this of no one else.)

"A Complete Unknown": People are angry at a folk singer for playing rock.

"Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere": People are angry at a rock singer for playing folk.

If These Streets Could Talk, They’d Sound Like Ken Burns For the documentary filmmaker, SoHo isn’t about galleries or boutiques. With his new PBS series, “The American Revolution,” about to air, he sees the area as a cemetery for dead generals.

This was extremely fun: for Talk of the Town, I ran around SoHo with Ken Burns as he expounded on Revolutionary War generals beneath the street signs that bear their names. www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...