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

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.

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

Patrick Drahi made a fortune through debt-fuelled telecommunications companies. Now he's bringing his methods to the art market.

We're used to algorithms guiding our choices. When machines can effortlessly generate the content we consume, though, what's left for the human imagination?

The Mets are Metsing, for better and worse.

Late-summer days and nights amid troops on the streets of the nation's capital.

There was a certain awful predictability about the F.B.I.'s Friday-morning raids targeting the former Trump adviser turned critic John Bolton.

With Ukraine drained by more than three years of fighting, time is on the side of Vladimir Putin.

How deceit, delusion, and the inexorable pull of the past have transformed an idea once seen as a possible means to end the Israeli-Palestinian conflict into a dangerous gimmick.