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How the restaurateur Gabrielle Hamilton--of the beloved New York City establishment Prune--became a noted memoirist.

"Coyote," a new biography by Robert M. Dowling, recounts how the cowboy laureate of American theatre invented himself.

Taylor Sheridan's oil-industry drama trades in gender stereotypes, reactionary politics, and blatant product placement. Why, then, is it so damn satisfying?

The Brazilian director Kleber Mendonça Filho conjures fateful interconnections among vivid characters living in the grip of military dictatorship.

Jeremy Bamber has a new opportunity to clear his name. But will the British justice system acknowledge that it might have gotten this famous case wrong?

In Snigdha Kapoor's short film, an Indian preteen's queerness is treated as something to be ritually cleansed--with unpredictable results.

Revisiting a comic strip by The New Yorker's first art editor.

The menu is malleable, the gratitudes negotiable, but the turkey's second life as stock is one of the greatest gifts of the entire blessed year.

The Divine Comedy, the poet's tour of the Christian afterlife, is filled with strikingly modern touches--and a poetic energy rooted in the imperfectly human.

The covers for the fourth and final centenary special issue.