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A recent exhibition at the Grolier Club featured ashes that fell from a cigarette the novelist was probably smoking on the day he died. Joyce Johnson reflects on her time with Kerouac, and what she's kept from him.

Belle Burden's "Strangers: A Memoir of Marriage" tells the story of her divorce and resulting financial imperilment. A review of court documents complicates her narrative.

The photographer Raghu Rai, who died last month, at the age of eighty-three, spent his life chronicling the highs and lows of the country's post-colonial evolution.

The women pop up again and again, in canvas after canvas, like a random intrusive thought that refuses to go away, or a masturbatory fixation that both disturbs and excites.

In 2016, a retired Pennsylvania steelworker voted for Hillary Clinton. In 2020 and 2024, he voted for Donald Trump. Here's where he stands now.

How anger over artificial intelligence might drive the next wave of populist politics.

An employee at the Federal Emergency Management Agency on the use of rescue aid as a political weapon, and how it might affect the agency's ability to respond to the next emergency.

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Fans of U.S. men's soccer are concerned about their team ahead of the World Cup. After a string of high-profile losses, it seems they have reason to fret.

We've been trained to strive for greatness at all times. Is there a positive case for being ordinary?