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Patricia Marx

Patricia Marx, a staff writer, has been contributing to The New Yorker since 1989. She is a former writer for “Saturday Night Live” and “Rugrats” and is the author of several books, including the novels “Him Her Him Again the End of Him” and “Starting from Happy,” both of which were finalists for the Thurber Prize; numerous children’s books, among them “Now Everybody Really Hates Me,” “Meet My Staff,” and “Tired Town”; and nonfiction books, including “Let’s Be Less Stupid: An Attempt to Maintain My Mental Faculties,” “Why Don’t You Write My Eulogy Now So I Can Correct It?: A Mother’s Suggestions,” and “You Can Only Yell at Me for One Thing at a Time: Rules for Couples,” illustrated by Roz Chast.

Marx was the first woman elected to the Harvard Lampoon. She has taught screenwriting and humor writing at Princeton University, New York University, Columbia, and Stonybrook University, but mainly she does errands and looks things up on Wikipedia. She was the recipient of a 2015 Guggenheim Fellowship. She can take a baked potato out of the oven with her bare hands.

Real-Estate Shopping for the Apocalypse

Thirty-nine per cent of Americans believe that we’re living in end times, and the market for underground hideouts is heating up.

Spoiler Alert: Leftovers for Dinner

How to host a dinner party for nine using a pre-trash haul from Too Good to Go and other food-waste apps. Carb-averse guests, beware.

The Case of the Descending Bed

Bumblebee Spaces came up with a place for you to keep all your clutter—as well as your furniture. On the ceiling.

Is the Army’s New Tactical Bra Ready for Deployment?

It’s fire-resistant but not bulletproof, and was developed with help from eighteen thousand female soldiers.

Medicating Madame Bovary (While Waiting for Godot)

Godot, yesterday was the one-thousand-three-hundred-and-sixty-seventh appointment you’ve missed. Are Tuesdays at two-thirty still a good time to meet?

Hell on Two Wheels, Until the E-Bike’s Battery Runs Out

In 2020, Americans bought more than twice as many electric bikes as electric cars. I test-drove a fleet of them and lived to tell the tale—and make recommendations.

The Case of the Matisse and the Mysterious Thingamabob

Did the artist paint a security camera (or a condom, or a portrait of rigatoni) into “The Red Studio”? An investigation at MoMA looks for clues.

How to Buy a New Mattress Without a Ph.D. in Chemistry

The disrupter economy has set its sights on your bedroom, offering gel capsules, ice fabric, green-tea memory foam, and copper-infused toppers. Will they help you get a better night’s sleep?

A Guide to Getting Rid of Almost Everything

Once you’ve thanked and said goodbye to the items that do not spark joy, what can you do with them?

Is the Pandemic Breaking Our Backs?

Test-driving a batch of posture-enhancing devices that are supposed to make you stand tall.

The Joys of Looking Out a Stranger’s Window

On WindowSwap, a new Web site, you might spot six maskless teen-age boys strolling along an Amsterdam canal and then disappearing into the Sex Palace Peep Show, or a white bird flying high across the pyramids of Giza, Egypt.

Introducing New York City’s Only Boyfriend-Walking Service

Our motto is “Because sometimes when you’re quarantining, you just need to be left alone.”

Bramancing the Braless: Notes on Nine Lingerie Startups

How different are these newfangled garments from the ones we’ve been wearing (or not wearing) forever?

The Slob-Chic Style of the Coronavirus Pandemic

What to wear when there’s nobody to dress up for except your cat—and Zoom.

Rules for Couples

Try to find someone whose taste in snacks is compatible with yours.

Taking Virtual Reality for a Test Drive

I walked with Jesus, shopped for a sofa, and flew like a bird over New York City.

Sit, Stay, Fight Cybercrime

A yellow lab named Hannah belongs to a new group of police dogs trained to catch child pornographers by sniffing out electronics.

Broadway’s New Emily Post Is a Fifth Grader

Why Donna Murphy and Bebe Neuwirth are talking about Sadie Markowitz, a nine-year-old from Westchester, and her guide on how to behave at the theatre.

Real-Estate Shopping for the Apocalypse

Thirty-nine per cent of Americans believe that we’re living in end times, and the market for underground hideouts is heating up.

Spoiler Alert: Leftovers for Dinner

How to host a dinner party for nine using a pre-trash haul from Too Good to Go and other food-waste apps. Carb-averse guests, beware.

The Case of the Descending Bed

Bumblebee Spaces came up with a place for you to keep all your clutter—as well as your furniture. On the ceiling.

Is the Army’s New Tactical Bra Ready for Deployment?

It’s fire-resistant but not bulletproof, and was developed with help from eighteen thousand female soldiers.

Medicating Madame Bovary (While Waiting for Godot)

Godot, yesterday was the one-thousand-three-hundred-and-sixty-seventh appointment you’ve missed. Are Tuesdays at two-thirty still a good time to meet?

Hell on Two Wheels, Until the E-Bike’s Battery Runs Out

In 2020, Americans bought more than twice as many electric bikes as electric cars. I test-drove a fleet of them and lived to tell the tale—and make recommendations.

The Case of the Matisse and the Mysterious Thingamabob

Did the artist paint a security camera (or a condom, or a portrait of rigatoni) into “The Red Studio”? An investigation at MoMA looks for clues.

How to Buy a New Mattress Without a Ph.D. in Chemistry

The disrupter economy has set its sights on your bedroom, offering gel capsules, ice fabric, green-tea memory foam, and copper-infused toppers. Will they help you get a better night’s sleep?

A Guide to Getting Rid of Almost Everything

Once you’ve thanked and said goodbye to the items that do not spark joy, what can you do with them?

Is the Pandemic Breaking Our Backs?

Test-driving a batch of posture-enhancing devices that are supposed to make you stand tall.

The Joys of Looking Out a Stranger’s Window

On WindowSwap, a new Web site, you might spot six maskless teen-age boys strolling along an Amsterdam canal and then disappearing into the Sex Palace Peep Show, or a white bird flying high across the pyramids of Giza, Egypt.

Introducing New York City’s Only Boyfriend-Walking Service

Our motto is “Because sometimes when you’re quarantining, you just need to be left alone.”

Bramancing the Braless: Notes on Nine Lingerie Startups

How different are these newfangled garments from the ones we’ve been wearing (or not wearing) forever?

The Slob-Chic Style of the Coronavirus Pandemic

What to wear when there’s nobody to dress up for except your cat—and Zoom.

Rules for Couples

Try to find someone whose taste in snacks is compatible with yours.

Taking Virtual Reality for a Test Drive

I walked with Jesus, shopped for a sofa, and flew like a bird over New York City.

Sit, Stay, Fight Cybercrime

A yellow lab named Hannah belongs to a new group of police dogs trained to catch child pornographers by sniffing out electronics.

Broadway’s New Emily Post Is a Fifth Grader

Why Donna Murphy and Bebe Neuwirth are talking about Sadie Markowitz, a nine-year-old from Westchester, and her guide on how to behave at the theatre.