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It is easier for me to write my truth than to speak it.

Can you make a longer word with each new letter?

Today's theme: 2025 in literature.

The new President of Chile joins a new class of leaders trying to seize the future by rewriting the past.

Free-speech norms and powerful tech companies make legal restrictions unlikely--but social changes are already taking place.

From the daily newsletter: a year of celebration and urgent journalism during troubled times.

The poet joins Kevin Young to read and discuss "In the Waiting Room," by Elizabeth Bishop, and her own poem "Love Poem Like We Used to Write It."

The 1995 classic became as much a sociological phenomenon as an artistic one--but its designation as a "chick flick" belies its emotional sophistication and intelligence.

Jim Jarmusch's three-part drama, set in New Jersey, Dublin, and Paris, casts such notables as Adam Driver and Cate Blanchett in wry, ironic probes of grown children's relationships with their parents.

In a small show at MOMA, Frankenthaler seems to make paint its own living force, untouched by the hand of an artist.