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The world's life-forms reproduce sexually in a bewildering variety of ways, even though scientists still aren't sure why they bother.

After my husband's death, I had never been more pliable, tender, open, or raw. It was then that I tried E.M.D.R. therapy.

The comedian and voice artist puts his "Bob's Burgers" expertise to the test with a cartoon standup special--produced by the man who officiated his wedding, John Mulaney.

New York's Twelfth Congressional District race--whose candidates include Micah Lasher, Alex Bores, George Conway, and Jack Schlossberg--is at once glitzy, confusing, and uninspiring.

As he closes out his Harlem crime trilogy with "Cool Machine," the two-time Pulitzer winner turns again to the city that made him, and to the private ghosts behind his restless reinventions.

To an eleven-year-old Richard Brody, recently transplanted into a Long Island suburb, Creedence Clearwater Revival's 1969 hit "Bad Moon Rising" sounded like it came from somewhere distant, deep, and haunted.

It would be one thing if I wrote fiction about Cromwell or aliens, but, given that my protagonists resemble me, how could I know you weren't mixing us up?

Sports, spectacle, and what Juvenal would have made of this moment.

The author discusses his story "The Readers."

Full of violence, desire, monsters, and magic, Homer's epic has tempted directors for decades. Can Christopher Nolan's new adaptation survive the voyage?