Do you remember the photograph of the falling man? In the United States, people have taken pains to banish it from the record of September 11, 2001. The story behind it, though, and the search for the man pictured in it, are our most intimate connection to the horror of that day.
The Davises are like any other family, only instead of a son, they raised a chimpanzee. Then something strange and horrifying happened—though not necessarily what you'd think.
Right-Wing Media and the Death of an Alabama Pastor: An American Tragedy
Bubba Copeland was the heart and soul of his community—mayor, businessman. When a website exposed his deepest secrets, his life wasn't the only thing that was destroyed.
Who are they really? A dangerous gang of white supremacists? A men’s club that likes to troll the libs? I went to their clubhouse in the North Carolina backwoods to find out.
A Shark Attack and a Terrorist Bombing: This Is a Love Story
The attack at the Boston Marathon nearly killed her. Two years later and five thousand miles away, a violent encounter with a shark took his leg. Had either event not occurred, they wouldn’t be married today. When our deepest trauma leads to our most profound joy, what do we call that feeling?
"Frank Sinatra Has a Cold," ran in April 1966 and became one of the most celebrated magazine stories ever published, a pioneering example of what came to be called New Journalism.
As My Wife Was Dying of Cancer, My Best Friend Moved In to Help. He Changed Everything.
His wife was just thirty-four. They had two little girls. The cancer was everywhere, and the parts of dying that nobody talks about were about to start. His best friend came to help out for a couple weeks. And he never left.
Memorable for its famous cover line ("Oh my God — we hit a little girl."), John Sack's legendary account of the Vietnam war offers haunting reminders for Afghanistan
Herr's hallucinatory Vietnam dispatches — a new kind of war writing that took the interior weather of combat seriously, capturing not just what happened but what it felt like to be inside the American war machine.
Wolfe's account of the world of custom cars and the teenagers who build them — an early exercise in New Journalism that takes the subculture seriously as art and social statement.
Fitzgerald's unflinching account of his own mental and emotional collapse — a self-autopsy remarkable for its honesty and its refusal to redeem itself with a satisfying narrative arc.
