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GLP-1 drugs, which have helped some people curb drug and alcohol use, may unlock a pathway to moderation.

The behavioral scientist Jon Levy hosts dinners for the élite. The catch? No one can say what they do for a living.

Jamian Juliano-Villani's paintings hang in the Whitney and the Guggenheim. Her latest venue? An antifascist-superhero exhibit at the Metropolitan Opera.

In "Liminals," a terrifying, overwhelming new installation, the artist erases the boundary between humans and the void.

Researchers at the company are trying to understand their A.I. system's mind--examining its neurons, running it through psychology experiments, and putting it on the therapy couch.

In the new season of the hit HBO series, its young protagonists have left the trading floor that made them. Their second acts are revealing.

How a gift for shooting the shit turned into an online empire--and a political force.

A young boxer follows in the footsteps of Muhammad Ali--busting a move to bust a jaw.

A wealthy couple obtained dozens of children through surrogates. Did they want a family, or something else?

Readers respond to Emily Flake's comic strip about Alice Harvey, David Owen's article about dyslexia, Jennifer Wilson's piece on prenups, and Louis Menand's essay about the dictionary.