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Ned Blackhawk, who won the 2023 National Book Award for his groundbreaking reappraisal of U.S. history, discusses some of the best recent books about Native America.

Three decades later, "Autobiography of a Face," a sensation when it was published, has lost none of its force.

Despite industry turmoil, old and new shows continue to innovate, whether investigating Elon Musk, high-school mysteries, or our relationship to death itself.

Adulthood might be less monolithic than it seems.

For decades, I maintained a status quo of living like a Jew without being one. When I finally pursued conversion, I discovered that I was part of a larger movement born of crisis.

The Knicks are making a joyful comeback.

The eighty-minute suite "All Life Long" is slow, hushed, and gnawingly beautiful, but it does not supply conventional musical comforts.

Short reviews of recent releases.

In "Ingrained," Callum Robinson honors not just the art of carpentry but the passion of labor itself.

It's possible that I listened to more music this year than any other. I lost interest in podcasts. I lost interest in silence. There was too much extraordinary work out there.