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Petty was reclusive, uncompromising, but she peered into a fading world with unmatched warmth and brilliance.

In a Miami studio where the Eagles and Bob Marley recorded, a choir of pardoned Capitol rioters tries to "reclaim" the national anthem.

The mayoral candidate and social-media whiz hit the bleachers at the U.S. Open for a new kind of social-media gambit: the fan meetup.

The writer's new novel, "Will There Ever Be Another You," is a singular account of losing her mind, body, and art to COVID--and of trying to get them back.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

Reporters engage in charm and betrayal; checkers are in the harm-reduction business.

The show captures disastrous custard-making, quintessentially British faux-modesty, and the blistering hubris of bakers--including me.

What should we make of the recent onslaught of stories from the stars?

Music writers were once known for being much crankier than the average listener. What happened?

Short reviews of recent releases.