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Recent memoirs by the retired bookie Art Manteris and the storied gambler Billy Walters provide a glimpse of an industry in its fledgling form--and a preview of the DraftKings era to come.

In recent years, researchers have challenged the idea that farewells are uniquely human.

A new series of photographs documents residents' evolving resistance to the surge of ICE agents in their city.

At a ceremony that got things uncharacteristically right, the Puerto Rican superstar claimed the top prize and criticized Trump's deployment of ICE.

The Canadian actress's oddball utterances became lasting comedic earworms, among them her one-word scream in "Home Alone": "Kevin!"

The First Lady's lavish new documentary portrays world events as B-roll between wardrobe changes.

In "The Copywriter," by Daniel Poppick, a poet searches for meaning in the grindset.

A new history charts how Palestinian militants of the nineteen-seventies made common cause with West Germany's radical left.

Today, the name represents a story of profit and power unlike any other. But tracing the genealogy of Murdoch sleaze requires a long memory.

Dante Spinotti has had a legendary Hollywood career. Why is he making propaganda for the Trump family?