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As some financial leaders fret publicly about the stock market falling to earth, Andrew Ross Sorkin's new book recounts the greatest crash of them all.

After two years, Hamas has released the last twenty living hostages, beginning the difficult process of bringing a brutal war to an end.

A drawing that riffs on the latest news and happenings.

A débutante, a burlesque dancer, and a poet, the shape-shifting Lang--who died at thirty-two--wrote some of the most aching, entrancing poetry of the twentieth century.

C'mon, I'm a dog. We sense these things. It's a tumor. I give the guy two weeks.

Smoking a cig takes twenty minutes off your life. But thinking about Rudy Giuliani's downfall might add some time back.

How conservatives learned to stop worrying and love federal power.

The delights of fall.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

From thunder gods to serpent slayers, scholars are reconstructing myths that vanished millennia ago. How much further can we go--and what might we find?