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Why shouldn't Matthew Lim play Winnie? Inside his body, the role would be no spoof at all but the purest of incarnations.

The little boy in the piece was definitely me, and the moment I saw it I developed a lifelong affection for the magazine.

It's not easy to trust the President to make an optimal decision. For one thing, he is suspicious of nearly every source of information save his own instincts.

Justin Brannan, a city councilman from Bay Ridge running in the Democratic primary, used to play guitar for the hardcore bands Indecision and Most Precious Blood.

Also: Bill McKibben's nature-doc picks, the full-bodied soul of Baby Rose, new work from Pam Tanowitz, and more.

The destination of this comeback narrative starring Brad Pitt may be predictable, but Joseph Kosinski's direction ensures thrillingly tight turns en route.

The Booker Prize-winning author recommends three works by writers who, thanks to geography, may have never received their due.

The band members discuss when to leave a relationship, hoping people slide into their D.M.s, and their new album, "I Quit."

1. Cut FEMA flood budget. Make Bezos send wet places salad spinners to dry out stuff. 2. No more brown or yellow M&M's. Low I.Q., emotionally unstable.

Tina Johnson accused Roy Moore of sexual assault. Then the world moved on, and left her behind.