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Oliver Burkeman, the author of several books about getting comfortable with imperfection, discusses some books that have shaped his thinking about how to live a less harried, more enchanted life.

Traditional meteorologists speak in potentialities and probabilities. A new type of social-media influencer takes a different approach, exaggerating possibilities and fomenting hype in the lead-up to a big storm.

Although Ernest Hemingway's novel makes positive claims about what one should be--brave, admiring of nature and grace--its architecture is held up primarily by hatred.

They put their births and marriages in the spotlight, selling tabloid photos and making Netflix documentaries. Would their estrangement be any different?

There's a lot of grime and grunting, but the show is saved by its two endearing leads.

In "Skyscraper Live," the climber once again put his life on the line, but it was mainly the viewers who were on edge.

In his centenary year, the increasingly revered composer offers an uneasy refuge from the algorithmic din.

Snow day in the city.

David Foster Wallace's novel, in all its immensity, became the subject of sanctification and then scorn. But the work rewards the attention it demands.

Why Western writers have shrouded the history of Rapa Nui in myth and mystery.