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Your mother doesn't want her daughter to be happy. Your mother wants her daughter to be impressive. And you tried, o!

The Knicks have made the N.B.A. Finals again and, as another home team instructs the city, "Ya gotta believe."

In John Carney's dramedy, a thwarted songwriter, played by Paul Rudd, crosses paths with a former boy-band star in search of new material.

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

David Remnick remembers the newspaper visionary and owner of Condé Nast, who understood the value of editorial independence.

Today's theme: Left speechless.

Pity the poor large language model!

Plans for a forgotten art work by the late duo were found in an airshaft. Now, with the help of Christo's nephew, "Air Package on a Ceiling" is finally on view, at Gagosian.

National pride in America has plummeted in the Trump era. Is it worth trying to salvage?

"Flesh-eating" bacteria is spreading. Infectious fungi are emerging. Microbiomes may never be the same. Are we ready?