This is an edition of The Atlantic Daily, a newsletter that guides you through the biggest stories of the day, helps you discover new ideas, and recommends the best in culture. Sign up for it here.Welcome back to The Daily’s Sunday culture edition, in which one Atlantic writer or editor reveals what’s keeping them entertained. Today’s special guest is Ashley Parker, a staff writer who has covered the decline and fall of Elon Musk, interviewed President Donald Trump for The Atlantic’s June cover story, and written about miscarriage and motherhood.Ashley is a fan of anything by Ann Patchett, recommends watching The Studio for a comedy break, and considers Wonder Boys the rare movie that surpasses the book.The Culture Survey: Ashley ParkerAn author I will read anything by: Ann Patchett. I came to her late, and the first book I read was Bel Canto, but then I was hooked. I went back and read everything else she’d written, and I now read everything she writes, as soon as it comes out. My dirty secret is that I’m basically a modern-fiction speed-reader and very little I read stays with me, but Patchett has a way of creating entire worlds and characters that linger. (I actually met her at the Martha’s Vineyard Book Festival a few years ago, when we were both panelists, though it was far more exciting for me than it was for her, alas.) For literary mysteries, I am also obsessed with Tana French, and because I have to wait for each new book to come out, I have since discovered the Maeve Kerrigan series, by Jane Casey.The television show I’m most enjoying right now: My husband and I just binged The Survivors in a single night—me because I found it addictive, and him because he claims he wanted to “get it over with.” We’ve since moved on to The Studio with Seth Rogen, which is consistently funny and well done.My favorite art movie: Wonder Boys. And this is not a question you asked, but I’m going to offer up anyhow that this is the rare—perhaps only!—instance where the movie is better than the book. (No offense, Michael Chabon.) It’s got an amazing cast (Michael Douglas, Robert Downey Jr., Frances McDormand, plus Katie Holmes in red cowboy boots) and an age-appropriate, middle-age romance. Enough said.An actor I would watch in anything: Michael Cera and Jesse Eisenberg—their essences are somehow endearingly familiar to me. Specifically: They both remind me of my dorky high-school guy friends, and I’ve always loved the movies they end up choosing. I recently watched Eisenberg’s A Real Pain, which did not disappoint. And though I feel like I’m familiar even with Cera’s more obscure work (see: Paper Heart), my all-time-favorite movie of his is probably Juno.Best work of nonfiction I’ve recently read: Invisible Child, by Andrea Elliott. On principle, I read almost zero nonfiction unless I have to for work, but I loved her series of stories for The New York Times on Dasani Coates, a young girl who comes of age in Brooklyn’s homeless shelters. The book is similarly cinematic, and absolutely gripping.Also, for work—because I am interviewing the authors (separately) at Politics and Prose this month—I just read Empire of the Elite, by Michael Grynbaum, and 2024, by Josh Dawsey, Tyler Pager, and Isaac Arnsdorf. They are very different books: Grynbaum’s is an inside look at the golden years of Condé Nast and how it shaped our culture, and 2024 is an inside account of Donald Trump’s, Joe Biden’s, and Kamala Harris’s 2024 campaigns. But they’re both engaging, fantastic reads, and I’m glad I had an excuse to get early copies and violate my no-nonfiction rule.And on the topic of campaign books: I am wildly biased, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t also mention my husband’s 2020-Trump-campaign book, Frankly, We Did Win This Election: The Inside Story of How Trump Lost, which I read a bajillion times—chapter by chapter, often out of order—as he was writing it. It remains the best Trump-campaign book I’ve read, in part because, in addition to having a slew of scoops, it explains the Trump phenomenon and what motivates the MAGA base, including Trump’s now-famous “Front Row Joe” uber-loyalists.A musical artist who means a lot to me: Billy Joel. Long story, but the first cassette tape I ever discovered was my dad’s copy of Billy Joel’s Greatest Hits—Volume I & Volume II, and for a year or two in elementary school, I absolutely refused to listen to anything else—or to allow my family to listen to anything else.The last museum or gallery show that I loved: Yayoi Kusama’s “Infinity Mirrors,” when it came to the Hirshhorn a few years ago. I like that she’s basically a hipster nonagenarian, and that her work is very accessible and fun, because I’m a philistine. Visiting the exhibit was also one of the first dates my now-husband and I went on, and on our honeymoon in Japan, we ended up seeing more of her work, so her show has a nice full-circle quality for me.Something I recently revisited: I keep meaning to reread The Secret History, by Donna Tartt, which my first boss, Maureen Dowd, introduced to me one day in an airport bookstore and correctly predicted that I’d love.A favorite story I’ve read in The Atlantic: I will read anything by Caitlin Flanagan; in fact, she is the reason I finally subscribed to The Atlantic several years ago. But the specific article that still stays with me, now more than a decade later, is Scott Stossel’s “Surviving Anxiety.” The writing is so vivid and honest, and as someone who has dealt with various phobias of my own, I found it imminently relatable.Something delightful introduced to me by a kid in my life: Kuk Sool Won, a Korean form of martial arts that my 6-year-old is currently obsessed with. We discovered it randomly, when I signed her up for a Kuk Sool after-care club, and she instantly fell in love. She is now a yellow-striped belt and takes it so seriously. Nothing brings me more joy than watching her bark out Korean words I don’t understand and practice her various “forms,” her mouth set in a line of grim determination.A poem, or line of poetry, that I return to: These words, from Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking, aren’t technically poetry, but they might as well be. Now that I’m a mom and in my 40s, I find them regularly drifting through my thoughts, unbidden:“Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.”Here are three Sunday reads from The Atlantic:Why can’t Americans sleep?A classic childhood pastime is fading.That dropped call with customer service? It was on purpose.The Week AheadSuperman, a superhero movie starring David Corenswet and Rachel Brosnahan (in theaters Friday)Too Much, a comedy series co-created by Lena Dunham about a workaholic who moves to London to find love (premieres Thursday on Netflix)Vera, or Faith, a novel by Gary Shteyngart about the eccentric family of a precocious 10-year-old (out Tuesday)EssayPhoto-illustration by The Atlantic. Source: Jose Luis Magana / AP.The Christian Rocker at the Center of MAGABy Ali BrelandAfter wildfires erupted in Los Angeles County earlier this year, a team from the Department of Housing and Urban Development descended on the wreckage. Led by HUD Secretary Scott Turner, the entourage walked through the rubble in Altadena, reassuring victims that the Trump administration had their back. At Turner’s request, a Christian-nationalist musician named Sean Feucht tagged along. “I can’t overemphasize how amazing this opportunity is,” Feucht had posted on Instagram the day before. “I’m bringing my guitar. We’re going to worship. We’re going to pray.”Read the full article.More in CultureThe making of Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s CradleThe disturbing implications of the Diddy verdictF1 is a thrilling epic about one of the world’s fastest sports.The Bad Bunny video that captures the cost of gentrificationThe dark poetry of the Bezos weddingWhat are emoji?Catch Up on The Atlantic Congressional Republicans didn’t have to do this.The whole country is starting to look like California.The birth-rate crisis isn’t as bad as you’ve heard—it’s worse.Photo AlbumWomen look on as a man stands in a fountain on a hot summer day, in Berlin, Germany. 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