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The next French president

As France's towns wither, fears of a decline in "Frenchness". Will France sound the death knell for social democracy? As a presidential election approaches this spring, even workers in the country's rust belt are embracing right-wing populism. These are the five main contenders to be the next French president (and more). Madame Presidente? The far-right candidate Marine Le Pen leads in French polls, but her challenges may prove insurmountable. French literary boy wonder Edouard Louis on saving


Paper Trail

The remembrances of Robert Silvers continue. At the New Yorker, Louis Menand remembers his regular lunch partner of seven years. “The Review will continue, we all hope, to be a great magazine,” he writes, “but everyone knows that it cannot be the same magazine without Bob, and that the world of art and ideas will

Syllabi

End of an Era

Emmett RensinThe era of Obama is over. Now the majority of Americans may see it clearly for the first time. Over the past eight years, it has become apparent that President Obama's presence in office was a distortion.

Daily Review

More than Magic: the Legacy of Robert Silvers

Serious writing and thought, he knew, wasn't a hopeless but honorable pursuit; for the Review's subscribers it was an essential part of life. An intellectual magazine with a larger, more devoted readership than many lifestyle publications—he proved that was possible.

Interviews

Kelly Luce

"No one is about to do anything crazy, except me," We might want to worry if it's a murderer who says this, Thankfully, it's only Rio Silvestri, the high-functioning narrator of Kelly Luce's novel Pull Me Under (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2016).

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Daniel Dennett: "From Bacteria to Bach and Back: The Evolution of Minds"

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The Walk

Deb Olin Unferth

The idea was to go for a walk: the baby in a stroller, the child by the hand, the path straight and scenic, the weather warm and breezy, the family fine and in good humor,But the dog got too hot and lay panting on the ground, and they'd forgotten again to bring the water. The baby (Kryptonite, they called her) was in one of her moods, weeping on and off, refusing to sit in the stroller, tugging off her hat and throwing it into the dirt, so that they had to stop every few yards,

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