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The President's flirtation with another forever war threatened to fracture his coalition, alienating the likes of Steve Bannon and Tucker Carlson ...

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The Native activist spent nearly fifty years in prison for the killing of two F.B.I. agents. In January, Joe Biden commuted his sentence, and he went home.

Jordan Tannahill's explicit new play fetishizes the British Royal Family but has more than sex on its mind.

We've worshipped divinely talented but demanding women for centuries. In an era of careful language and online backlash, is there still room for the diva?

Country where Rihanna was born: eight letters.

From the daily newsletter: Eric Lach on what Zohran Mamdani's unexpected upset means for New York City.

Sue Halpern, a novelist and critic, recommends a handful of books equal parts reassuring and riveting.

The poet joins Kevin Young to read and discuss "Half-Life in Exile," by Hala Alyan, and her own poem "On Your Departure to California."

On Tuesday, the thirty-three-year-old left-wing mayoral candidate sent an unmissable message to his party: be new.