“She’d been staying in a Venice studio with big windows. ‘I used to tell people I was living in a tree house,’ she said. But when the pandemic hit she felt disconnected in both life and work, so she started searching. Treehouse—the name, the concept—rang true. ‘My friends all said, ‘Oh, you’re moving to a cult!’ So I read a cult book,’ she told me. ‘Just to be sure.'” The New Yorker’s Nathan Heller on the rise and meaning of group living. In a Divided Country, Communal Living Redefines Togetherness. (I live with my wife, two kids, two beagles, two cats, and my mother-in-law. Maybe I should read a book on cults.)