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The last time Scotland reached the World Cup was in 1998. An acrobatic goal by Scott McTominay secured his team a spot in the tournament for the first time in almost 30 years.

Olivia Rodrigo's third album charts new sonic ground for the 23-year-old pop singer, inching away from frisky, impish pop-punk and leaning more toward New Wave, with its melodic synthesizers and velvety yearning.

On "30 Rock," Tina Fey pioneered the kind of heteroskepticism that's more prevalent than ever now. With "The Four Seasons," she's exploring a more hopeful vision of marriage.

To celebrate his eightieth birthday--and the nation's two-hundred-and-fiftieth--President Trump invited the country to watch U.F.C. fighters beat one another up.

In the nineteen-eighties, an office job promised security and fulfillment. For graduates starting careers today, the prospect is often tinged with dread.

Two progressive conductors depart, but Frank Gehry's legacy to the city is growing.

History helps explain the particular faith that now rules our religious marketplace.

At the new restaurant in the Sotheby's-owned Breuer building, money, in its most indiscreet sense, is everywhere.

In 2014, the "Orange Is the New Black" star appeared on a Time cover heralding a new era of acceptance for trans people. These days, the picture looks very different.

In Paul Graham's book "A1: The Great North Road," life along a major British thoroughfare reveals fissures in the nation's identity.