The residual idea of the New Yorker as something set apart from this maelstrom is an anachronistic one. Remaking itself for the digital age in the midst of the Great Awokening and the Trump phenomenon meant consciously choosing to pitch itself into this melee in the manner that it did. St. Felix went from the sort of figure the magazine would write about with limpid detachment -- and just a touch of pursed lip irony -- to its new voice