The archives of The New Yorker, housed at the New York Public Library, consist of more than 2,500 boxes of manuscripts, letters, page proofs, cartoons, art, photographs and memos.

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The cartoonist and illustrator Barry Blitt has created more than a hundred New Yorker covers. Whether he’s rendering Lady Liberty as an anxious tightrope walker or Putin as a blue-green sea ...

New Takes on the classics. Throughout our centennial year, we’re revisiting notable works from the archive. Sign up to receive them directly in your inbox. There’s almost nothing I like more ...

Animals are the theme of this year’s archive issue, which celebrates the work of New Yorker contributors across the years. This cover, by James Thurber, first ran on February 29, 1936.

Many readers believe that, at some point in time, they should have won this magazine’s Cartoon Caption Contest, because their friends think that they’re very funny. Others are simply stumped ...

Magazine cartoon editor makes history as the youngest and first woman in the role 07:45. For almost a century, readers have turned to The New Yorker for its award-winning journalism.

The writer and National Book Award winner on his book “James.” The New Yorker Radio Hour Nikki Glaser at the Top of Her Game Triumph hasn’t spoiled the comedian, or settled her insecurities ...

Booth, who died this week at 96, created single-panel cartoons and occasional covers for the New Yorker for more than a half-century, ultimately becoming its oldest active contributor.

The New Yorker certainly was a polestar for me — I’ve lived in a house that subscribed to the magazine for my entire life. My father, a product of the Bronx, always subscribed.

(RNS) — The New Yorker magazine has just managed to insult Christians and Jews alike with a cartoon depicting the Last Supper. In the drawing, by Adam Sacks, Jesus, sitting at what we take to be ...