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Why are we so obsessed with putting our belongings in metal boxes and then never looking at them again?

A prominent dressage trainer shot an annoying student--and now maintains that he's the real victim.

Where Benjamin Moser replaces one story of Jewish exceptionalism with another, Omer Bartov shows what's lost when polemic takes the place of history.

"In the gut, / In the mouth, / In the irreducible / 'Bile' humor."

The emergence of Germany's far right as a political force represents an old dilemma.

"Lost Child," fiction by Joyce Carol Oates: It almost returned to Kit then--what this place was, and who was waiting for them inside.

"Now the air / is darker; my garden plots are empty."

The director--and brother of Ken Burns--is releasing two new episodes of his long-running "New York: A Documentary Film," this time covering Superstorm Sandy, COVID, and Eric Adams.

What to do this week, in New York City and beyond.

"Fiddler on the Roof" role: five letters.