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A.I. companies are attempting to hitch themselves to an aura of artisanality. But has the online ecosystem become so polluted that it has warped our ability to exercise taste at all?

A new book about the children's author is conscientious, respectful--and, like any good biography, dedicated to recovering vivid, occasionally unsettling particulars.

At the Academy Awards, The New Yorker's correspondent saw a win-win night for the studio behind "Sinners" and "One Battle After Another"--and a lose-lose situation for the industry.

Doom-laden humor at the 2026 Academy Awards ceremony obscures the courageous innovation of much of the work it celebrated.

With few exceptions, a ceremony that honored two of the most politically ferocious Hollywood action-thrillers in recent memory engaged only fitfully with politics.

At the Neue Galerie, a show suggests that the artist's raw, contorted depictions of the body were influenced by a formative relationship with a doctor.

The blooms burst forth.

Our history too often sidesteps the question of finances. But sonorous ideals don't keep an army supplied with uniforms, guns, and grub.

His show became the epicenter of early-nineties cool, with the decade's biggest names, from Tom Cruise to Bill Clinton, stopping by to earn street cred.

In a new book, Adam Phillips wages a playful war on the strictures of traditional talk therapy.