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Caro Claire Burke, the début novelist behind "Yesteryear," on researching trad wives, wading into the discourse, and Anne Hathaway's plans to adapt her best-seller for the screen.

Jason Isbell's "Something to Love" is the song of summers past and summers to come.

When you immigrate, certain bands of cultural experience go dark. Is that why I can't stop writing about where I'm from?

Ariana Grande's appearance has prompted fans to speculate that she's suffering from an eating disorder. How should we talk about famous women's bodies?

The Grammy-winning singer talks about "Hazel Eyes," which marks a departure for them: these love songs are very much requited.

The protagonists of "Tony" and "Late Fame" find themselves struggling with their writerly destinies.

What to do this week, in New York City and beyond.

Honesty isn't always the best policy.

Sixty years ago, an Oklahoma housewife became evangelically devoted to the belief that powerful and obscure forces had suppressed the full story of J.F.K.'s assassination, providing a preview of a contemporary archetype.

He heard her crying out in the dark. He couldn't be sure if it was in sadness or joy or both.