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The historical and archeological record upends the widespread belief that long-term incarceration belongs to the modern state.

The scientist was famous for linking healing with storytelling. Sometimes that meant reshaping patients' reality.

Two small dogs, both unleashed, rushed toward me, snarling, and one of them bit me on my left leg, just below the knee. It all happened within a second.

The city has vaunted sourdough loaves and endlessly hyped croissants. Diljn, in Brooklyn Heights, brings a classic Afghan flatbread into the mix.

After Michael Saylor's software company Strategy stockpiled hundreds of thousands of bitcoins, he was hailed as an alchemist. Then things went awry.

The celebratory chaos of the season.

The M.T.A.'s new "Love Letter to the Subway" tells all about the underground system beloved--and hated--by New Yorkers.

Documentaries about individuals are ubiquitous, but "Suburban Fury" and "Put Your Soul on Your Hand and Walk" explore the filmmaker-subject relationship in ways that recall classics of the form.

Pete Hegseth's conduct is a case study in how the government's growing sense of heedlessness and unaccountability is shaping disastrous policy.

Under the chef Mark Ladner, the famous Greenwich Village trattoria aims for selective nostalgia.