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On a mild December day in 1984, a man named Bernie Goetz shot four Black teen-agers on a subway. The incident galvanized the city. Are we still living in its wake?

"The thing about children is: / they disappear."

If you laugh at unfunny jokes, raise your hand too quickly, or can't decide on your favorite color, you may be exhibiting a fawn response.

The costume designer Miyako Bellizzi has worked with the Safdie Brothers for years. Picking out Timothée Chalamet's boxers was a new challenge.

"I was promiscuous / With my feelings most of all."

With demonstrations in dozens of cities across Iran, Ali Khamenei and his regime are faced with a dilemma.

With Cove, his fourth restaurant, in Hudson Square, the twenty-seven-year-old wunderkind chef cooks with a new expansiveness.

The U.S., once Denmark's closest ally, is threatening to steal Greenland and attacking the country's wind-power industry. Is this a permanent breakup?

The Pittsburgh Steelers gambled on the forty-two-year-old, one of the N.F.L.'s most polarizing players, to try to end their playoff disappointments. Will it pay off?

She didn't much care for him or his video camera. But then, she's never much cared for anthropologists.