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How the artists in this year's survey do or, more often, don't acknowledge those who paved the way for them.

For more than a hundred years, the city's most isolated borough has threatened to leave. After the election of Zohran Mamdani, some on the island think it's time.

Queuing up is the new normal, especially when it comes to the T.S.A. Fifty minutes, two hours, half a day--how much time is a flight (or a cronut or a ticket to a Harry Styles show) worth?

The Police front man's 2014 musical, "The Last Ship," was inspired by his gritty working-class childhood in England. Now a revamped production--featuring Shaggy--is docking at the Metropolitan Opera.

A radical history of the Mets insists that baseball can still be the people's game.

Where the wild things are.

Consolidation and tariffs spell an uncertain future for small farms. Is an American way of life disappearing?

After he left, I said to my friend, "I like him. Is he single?" My friend said he'd never mentioned a partner.

The U.S.-Israeli war on the Islamic Republic is Reza Pahlavi's best chance to resume his family's reign in nearly fifty years--will it pass him by?

From ancient Rome to the era of A.I., people have prized originality, but the line where influence ends and cribbing begins is notoriously blurry.