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"Your spirit of grace in the taffy machine's chrome arms / At Morris's Candy performing a sarabande / Unknitting and knitting again immaculate sweets."

History knows the First Lady as a hysterical widow and a lavish spender. Her most recent biographer chooses to highlight her mental fortitude and political prowess.

Before ChatGPT, there was the Plot Robot, Auto-Beatnik, and a century's worth of schemes for automating authorship.

At the Morgan Library's Mozart exhibition, Will Sharpe and Paul Bettany dish on playing classical music's most notorious rivals, on Starz's new "Amadeus" reboot.

Americans are losing their appetite for booze. Could the mini Martini lure them back?

"In sorrowship dues, in sap, on the spines of pines, / despite the winter of hearts, summer came."

The composer's work, featured at a recent festival in Germany, includes a howling denunciation of war crimes against children.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

In town to talk about his new album, "Lottery," and en route to a collaboration with Sting, the Grammy-winning reggae star stretches and shakes at a reformer workout class.

A young girl was brought from Guinea to a wealthy suburb near Dallas. She spent the next sixteen years of her life in forced servitude, Yudhijit Bhattacharjee reports.