Martin Schneider writes:
A new issue of The New Yorker comes out tomorrow. A preview of its contents, adapted from the magazine's press release:
In "With the Marchers," a resident of Tehran reflects on the recent demonstrations and the situation on the ground after the country's controversial Presidential election. The resident, who decided to write this piece without a byline because of the Iranian authorities' attempts to curtail the actions of the Western media, writes, "On the afternoon of June 15th, I bumped into my old friend Reza at the huge demonstration on Azadi Street—the march nobody will ever forget."
In Comment, Laura Secor looks at the difficult situation that Iran finds itself in now that Iran's supreme leader, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, has demanded an end to the street protests mounted in favor of the reformist Presidential candidate, Mir-Hossein Mousavi.
In "Angelo's Ashes," Connie Bruck offers a behind-the-scenes look at the rise and fall of Countrywide Financial Corporation, once the largest home-mortgage provider in the United States, and chronicles the ambitions of Angelo Mozilo, its "self-regarding chairman and C.E.O."
In "The Catastrophist," Elizabeth Kolbert profiles James Hansen, the director of NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies, who is sometimes called "the father of global warming," and examines his recent efforts to warn the public about the increasing threats to our climate.
Rebecca Mead examines the recently discovered early letters from Edith Wharton to her governess.
Alex Ross visits Marlboro Music, the famed summer institute for aspiring and established musicians.
James Wood reads Censoring an Iranian Love Story, by Shahriar Mandanipour.
Jill Lepore looks at the parenting-advice industry.
Peter Schjeldahl attends the Judith Leyster exhibit at the National Gallery.
David Denby reviews The Hurt Locker and Food, Inc.
Hilton Als reviews David Adjmi's Stunning.
There is a short story by Stephen O'Connor.
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