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At a board-game café on the Upper West Side, the lawyer and author discusses her new book, "Sublimation," about borders, parallel selves, and an eerily Trump-like government.

"The owls weren't in distress, although / I thought they sounded like it."

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

"I am trying to write an essay, I said, about form."

For Charlie Kirk's followers, faith and patriotism are intertwined.

How a phrase coined during the Depression became a national creed, a global brand, and a vessel for disillusionment.

Walking through her new exhibition, "Antigone 3000," the artist known to online hordes as Keanu Reeves's mysterious silver-haired girlfriend reflects on Sophocles and the color pink.

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.