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What's happening this season in music, movies, television, dance, art, and theatre.

The playwright Samuel D. Hunter tailors a family drama to the actress's specific gifts; at Powerhouse: International, the artist Carolina Bianchi explores violence against women.

Brunch order at a trattoria: eight letters.

Unfailingly loyal: nine letters.

When the Louvre is unexpectedly closed, just call Where Should I Go?, an itinerary-planning service that grants your Parisian-vacation wishes. How about a houseparty?

A data center, which can use as much electricity as Philadelphia, is the new American factory, creating the future and propping up the economy. How long can this last?

She has been cast in maternal roles since her teens. Now, playing a mother for the first time since becoming one, she has chosen the part of a woman pushed past the edge of sanity.

For most of human history, monsters were repugnant aberrations, breaches of the natural and moral order. What's behind our relentless urge to humanize them?

As a dancer-choreographer, Roberts has made astonishing work, but, since his retirement from the stage, his inspiration seems less sure-footed.

"An egg must crack, is the secret. / Must be always in the process of cracking: / Producing feathers, newness, wings."