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August 11, 2025

The “world’s greatest pedestrian,” as an old magazine once put it, may have been a farm boy born outside Zagreb, Croatia, in 1878. He has no Wikipedia page (yet!), though in his heyday his press coverage was abundant.

- -Ben McGrath

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“From childhood up he would watch the sun, a fiery ball, going down behind the western hills and wonder where it went,” the Fort Wayne Journal Gazette wrote in 1914. His name was Josip—later Joseph—Mikulec. He traversed the jungle in Brazil, the hills of Siberia, Tasmania, and Toledo, Ohio, all in the interest of circumnavigating the globe on foot, paying his way by selling postcards featuring his own likeness. He was said to have walked a hundred and twenty miles without sleeping. He became a brand ambassador for shoemakers. He wore gold rings that he claimed were given to him by Geronimo, and hoisted a fifty-eight-pound leather volume on his shoulder bearing the signatures of other witnesses to his exploits: Nikola Tesla, Prince Albert of York, Admiral Togo.

As he grew older, Mikulec began to realize that his aching joints weren't as replaceable as his rubber soles. He sometimes allowed himself the comfort of trains and fashioned a stroller for his giant keepsake. It dawned on him that the baby in his carriage, containing the penmanship of tens of thousands of dignitaries during a period of rapid modernization, was perhaps more impressive than all the perambulation. In 1923, the Times reported on Mikulec’s trip to see a rare-book dealer about his prized possession, which he'd thought might be worth a million dollars. “This is probably the greatest collection of autographs in the world,” the dealer admitted, while declining to offer any money.

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KICKS DEPT.ON THE LINE

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The thirty-six-year-old Greenlandic photographer Inuuteq Storch didn't know much about Inuit culture growing up. In school, for instance, he was taught about ancient Greek deities, but there was no talk of a native pantheon of gods

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SELECTIVE MEMORY

\"Marjorie Prime\" and \"Anna Christie.\"

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SPLIT TAKE

\"Is This Thing On?\"

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6 mins

December 22, 2025

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THE MUSICAL LIFE - NO-FRILLS NOVICE

As the singer-songwriter Audrey Hobert descended into the Gutter, a Lower East Side bowling alley, the other day, she shared a confession.

time to read

3 mins

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RISK, DISCIPLINE

When Violet and I finally decided to get married, I was in the middle of a depression so deep it had developed into something more like psychosis.

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28 mins

December 22, 2025

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CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTORS

The second Presidency of Donald Trump has been unprecedented in myriad ways, perhaps above all in the way that he has managed to cajole, cow, or simply command people in his Administration to carry out even his most undemocratic wishes with remarkably little dissent.

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4 mins

December 22, 2025

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THE PUZZLE MAESTRO

For Stephen Sondheim, crafting crosswords and treasure hunts was as fun as writing musicals.

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16 mins

December 22, 2025

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GREETINGS, FRIENDS!

As now the year two-oh-two-five, Somewhat ragged but alive, Reels and staggers to the finish, All its drawbacks can't diminish, Friends, how gladly 'tis we greet you! We aver, and do repeat, you Have our warm felicitations Full of gladsome protestations Of Christmastime regard! Though we have yet to rake the yard, Mercy! It's already snowing.

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2 mins

December 22, 2025

The New Yorker

The New Yorker

NINE LIVES DEPT. NIGHT THOUGHTS

First, a moment of silence. The beloved cat of the actor-comedian Kumail Nanjiani died three months ago. Her name was Bagel. She was seventeen.

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2 mins

December 22, 2025

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