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"Man's Best Friend," the singer's newest album, is an obvious companion to her 2024 breakthrough, filled with chatty asides and quick, carnal jokes.

The emergence of humor so early in life suggests something important about human nature.

Talk shows have long brought musicians into our living rooms, giving them steady gigs and creating occasional musical magic. But maybe not for much longer.

Lex Yard, in the newly restored hotel, tries for maximalist seasonal cooking creative enough to draw in finicky locals and anodyne enough to satisfy an international clientele.

In "El Monte," the Cuban American photographers construct a dizzying world inspired by a seminal work of ethnography.

The artist's latest album, "The Passionate Ones," catches your weariness, and, with a dreamer's irrationality, asks if you would consider transforming it, even for a while.

Kate Riley's début novel, "Ruth," is about the workings of an insular religious community--and the irresistible pleasure of making up rules.

Favorite spots near and far.

Darren Aronofsky brings philosophical heft to his violent and frantic neo-noir, starring Austin Butler as a bartender trapped in a vortex of danger.

Everyone was looking at us as though they all knew that Ritu had done the work and I had tried to mooch off her.