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" 'Your heart is photogenic, but it's shy,' the nurse / announces."

The musicians possess a powerful collective personality, creating an organic mass of sound.

A master quilter holds a lesson for the director Lileana Blain-Cruz and five actors before the opening of the play at Lincoln Center.

A new kind of prosthetic limb depends on carbon fibre and computer chips--and the reëngineering of muscles, tendons, and bone.

In need of stocking stuffers? How about a Rolex Datejust, owned by the former mayor and put up for auction after he was found liable for defaming two poll workers?

Halina Reijn has always loved the genre--and revelled in creating a steamy melodrama for Nicole Kidman in which the protagonist is "greedy," "dark," and "wrong."

Rashid Johnson, who is preparing for a major mid-career show at the Guggenheim, explores depths of masculine vulnerability that few of his contemporaries have touched.

You are awarded a military contract; collect $100 billion and nuclear codes. And other Community Chest and Chance cards for the new monopolists.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

An appreciator of "Speak Now" and "Folklore" joins a roomful of young writers at the Thurber House, a literary center in Ohio, for a class inspired by the pop star.