Peter Schmader
@jpschmader
“I just said that, Mr. Kerby.” | Mrzutý 🧵
Having looked at nothing of today’s news, I’m in the garden at Ely with a play that begins in the library.
“As I clicked to magnify Earl’s census entry, the recognition was instant and visceral—a shocking relief. My hands went cold and numb. A high, electric frequency keened in my ears.” newyorker.com/magazine/2025/…
“the middle-aged woman at the center of one of Berie’s jokes. When she meets a talking frog, he offers to transform into a prince. She declines, politely: ‘At this point in my life I’m actually more interested in a talking frog.’” nytimes.com/2025/07/19/boo…
“I fell in love with The NYer when I was about eleven, and never fell out, and never got used to the heavenly sensations of being in print there.” (And I at six, in Cleveland. I traced the drawings—in letterpress then—bored with crayons in coloring books.)
"I did what I could, and loved the magazine with an adolescent crush that never let up": John Updike's letters to and about The New Yorker. newyorker.com/culture/life-a…
“We sat at a table on a busy sidewalk.”—Ian Parker newyorker.com/magazine/2022/…
Nonsense! Each hit stores a glorious moment imbuing the unconscious with quiet potential vitality for the coming hours.
Hitting the snooze button may seem like you’re giving yourself a few extra minutes to collect your thoughts. But you’re actually making the wake-up process more difficult and drawn out. nyer.cm/6E55TuR
A new Wimbledon champion is crowned 🇵🇱 Iga Swiatek defeats Amanda Anisimova 6-0, 6-0 to win the 2025 Ladies' Singles Trophy 🏆 #Wimbledon
What you may come to see only with time is that John Martin’s way is precisely the way. nytimes.com/2025/07/10/boo…
