“Outside of New York, people are utterly dependent on cars to get anywhere at all,” Eric Drooker, the artist behind this week’s cover, “Fifty-ninth Street Bridge,” says. “No doubt the romantic lives of Americans are totally wrapped up in automobiles,” he adds. “But, as a native New Yorker, my experience has always been gloriously different. Instead of making out in the back seats of cars, I came of age making out on fire escapes, down in the subway, up on rooftops, and on bridges.” Here is a slide show of New Yorker covers about lovers in New York City.
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.
Our Local Correspondents
Why You Can’t Get a Restaurant Reservation
How bots, mercenaries, and table scalpers have turned the restaurant reservation system inside out.
By Adam Iscoe
The New Yorker Interview
Jonathan Haidt Wants You to Take Away Your Kid’s Phone
The social psychologist discusses the “great rewiring” of children’s brains, why social-media companies are to blame, and how to reverse course.
By David Remnick
Pop Music
The Tortured Poetry of Taylor Swift’s New Album
“The Tortured Poets Department” has moments of tenderness. But it suffers from being too long and too familiar.
By Amanda Petrusich
Dept. of Medicine
How to Die in Good Health
The average American celebrates just one healthy birthday after the age of sixty-five. Peter Attia argues that it doesn’t have to be this way.
By Dhruv Khullar