When things going less badly than planned is a small win, the lack of a revival of Trump-backed candidates is cheering
In the playground on Tuesday, we stood in a huddle and indulged in the primary joy of election day: loathing one’s fellow Americans. In New York, where I live, the only close race was the race for governor, where the choice between Kathy Hochul, the Democrat incumbent, and Lee Zeldin – a pro-Trump, anti-abortion Republican – threatened to mess with the very idea of the city.
“You know who I really hate?” said a friend who had taken the train in from Long Island to vote.
Emma Brockes is a Guardian columnist