Roger Angell

Yesterday brought a foggy morning to Brooklin, Maine—”Imagine that!” said our presiding chairman and speaker, Richard Freethey, striking the lone …

It might be useful while we sort back through Albert Pujols’s busy evening at the World Series last night (three home runs, five hits, six runs batted …

A last take on that astounding World Series before it slides off the horizon brings back the image of Nolan Ryan, the Texas Rangers president, in the …

Beanballs are the talk of baseball. Last week, the Phillies pitcher Cole Hamels received a five-game suspension after admitting that he’d deliberately …

Tigers slugger Miguel Cabrera’s new triple crown—he led the American League in batting, home runs, and runs batted in this year—has brought Carl …

I have no memory of who won, but that infinitesimal mid-inning tableau stayed with me, quickly resurfacing whenever I saw Jackie play again.

Angell is the best writer ever known to baseball, the best by far, and this 1980 profile is a treat for the ages.

The San Francisco Giants and the Kansas City Royals prepare to tee it up in Game One of the World Series tonight.

Madison Bumgarner, the San Francisco mortician, shut out the Kansas City Royals on Sunday night.

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George Frazier found “sprezzatura” somewhere—it meant spirit and nonchalance: cool—and laid it as a laurel on people he particularly admired.

The Mets, surviving the abattoir of the Divisionals, have opened the gate into the pleasant, best-of-seven garden of the Championship Series.

A collection of articles about 20 from The New Yorker, including news, in-depth reporting, commentary, and analysis.

If I could do it, I would make this World Series a best eight out of fifteen.

The author’s début short story in The New Yorker, about two women who encounter a surprising scene over their morning coffee at a hotel restaurant.

The Yankees, hot off a three-game home sweep, play the Astros in Houston tonight in the hopes of booking a ticket to the World Series.

The Academy Awards ceremony doesn’t hold the thrill for some of us that it did fifty or sixty years ago, when one saw stars saying something unscripted just on this one night.

The answer to the Mets’ losing streak against the Washington Nationals might lie in the occult.

At the age of ninety-eight, I’m not quite up to making phone calls or ringing doorbells. But I can still vote.

In the course of a well-lived century, he established himself as the most exacting of editors, the most agile of stylists, a mentor to generations of writers, and baseball’s finest, fondest chronicler.