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Samuel Barber's 1958 opera was in disrepute for decades. A remarkable new production is the latest evidence of its rightful resurgence.

The Canadian rapper releases his comeback record--alongside two surprise albums. Regrets from the past few years rise to the surface, but he sounds best when he's having fun.

In its first week, the seventy-ninth edition of the festival unveiled standout new works by James Gray, Pawe Pawlikowski, and Ryûsuke Hamaguchi.

History knows the First Lady as a hysterical widow and a lavish spender. Her most recent biographer chooses to highlight her mental fortitude and political prowess.

Before ChatGPT, there was the Plot Robot, Auto-Beatnik, and a century's worth of schemes for automating authorship.

Americans are losing their appetite for booze. Could the mini Martini lure them back?

The composer's work, featured at a recent festival in Germany, includes a howling denunciation of war crimes against children.

Impressions of spring.

The AMC dramedy "The Audacity" treats its terrifying tech less like a distorted dystopian future and more like a reflection of our current course.

Dean's, a new restaurant from the team behind King, isn't really a pub; it's a hot downtown restaurant wearing a pub's clothing, Helen Rosner writes.