As we approach the end of 2024, it's safe to say that few of us at The New Yorker will look back on these twelve months with nostalgia. The past year provided yet another stretch of political tumult, as American leaders and voters lurched from one crisis to the next: from Donald Trump's felony convictions to Joe Biden's disastrous debate performance and the election itself.
It's your support, in fact, that was behind myriad awards for New Yorker writers and artists, including, in the past year, two Pulitzer Prizes and two Polk Awards, the highest accolades in journalism.
Just the other morning, I was talking with Jon Lee Anderson, a veteran correspondent of so many wars and conflict zones, as he travels around Syria and tries to conceive of a way to tell the story of the fall of Bashar al-Assad.
In February, The New Yorker will celebrate its hundredth year in existence. To honor that marker, there will be special issues, two new anthologies, a film festival, an exhibition of New Yorker art and archive materials.
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