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Andrew Fox, the creator of "Slam Frank," was disillusioned with American theatre. Then a viral debate about white privilege gave him a new sense of purpose.

When the young writer began analysis with Dr. Wilfred R. Bion, both men were at the beginning of their careers. Their work together would have a transformative impact.

In Clint Bentley's adaptation of a Denis Johnson novella, Joel Edgerton plays a builder of bridges who finds himself increasingly cut off from the modern world.

Some of the medium's all-time best shows ended, but a crop of new contenders is keeping meaningful audio alive.

"Performative reading" has gained a curious notoriety online. Is it a new way of calling people pretentious, or does it reflect a deprioritization of the written word?

Across social media, definitely. In her new memoir, "American Canto," not so much.

There are plenty of albums that might have made the cut on a different day. But good list-making requires hubris, constraint. A moment of wild and fearless conviction.

The comedian's new HBO series is full of characters who possess their own sparks of madness.

Short reviews of recent releases.

A new biography details the secrets and scandals of the Mitfords, a notorious family of aristocrats--and of the one sister who broke away from the rest.