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Not only is the department's behavior not normal; it is also, as is becoming increasingly clear, self-defeating.

The viral Japanese bakery, now with a location in Times Square, is one of the few imported brands that has broken through to become genuinely hot while maintaining considerable good will.

Bayazid had never quite given up the fantasy he nurtured in boyhood, of discovering himself a child of some minister or prince.

The new sci-fi drama from Vince Gilligan posits an end-of-humanity scenario that everyone other than its protagonist can agree on.

When I was diagnosed with leukemia, my first thought was that this couldn't be happening to me, to my family.

In Chloé Zhao's film, adapted from Maggie O'Farrell's novel, the death of a child gives rise to the creation of a literary masterpiece.

Also: the kamancheh playing of Kayhan Kalhor, Ethan Lipton's surrealist "The Seat of Our Pants," our writers' holiday traditions, and more.

Tom Hanks plays a time-travelling tech titan, and Mark Strong and Lesley Manville star in a modern tragedy.

Decades after the complex's beloved stone penguins were beheaded and then used for drug stashes, new sculptures have taken their place around the wading pool.

"The loved ones we call the dead / depart from us and for a while / are absent."