Luke Mogelson, a contributing writer at The New Yorker, is one of the rare reporters who has seen the war in Ukraine from the front lines. He recently spent two weeks embedded with a group of fighters from around the world who had chosen to travel to Ukraine and join the war against Russia.
In a new story in the magazine, he writes about the sophisticated and incessant violence of the war, and the mentality that keeps these volunteer soldiers there, fighting on behalf of a country that is not their own. He joins Tyler Foggatt to discuss what he witnessed.
The New Yorker (December 15, 2022) – Over the past year, The New Yorker has participated in this sublime tradition by generously sharing a large number of cartoons on our Instagramaccounts, and we have been gratified to see that many people have “liked” them. We are so glad that we were able to bring some cheer into your life. To anyone who has not clicked Like on every post: well, let’s just say that we hope you get coal in your stocking.
Now, I understand that their gift is their song, but that wasn’t really what I had expected as a housewarming present when I invited Elton John and Bernie Taupin to a party at my new home, especially after I specifically asked them to bring ice.
Felix had an accident during nap time and doesn’t have a spare pair of pants at school. If Felix’s father is listed as the primary point of contact on all documents, how many times does the school call his mother?