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It became immediately evident that this was terrorism on an unexampled scale. The twentieth century had ended, and the twenty-first had begun.

"My Best Friend's Divorce," "33 Going on 50," and other sequels that shouldn't be made.

The company, which has a hundred and thirty thousand cameras monitoring the streets of the U.S., frames privacy as a worthwhile trade-off for safety and security, echoing the language of the post-9/11 surveillance boom.

In Brian Dillon's bewitching new book, "Ambivalence: An Education," the author's younger self is depicted as an inscrutable, fumbling figure named B.

After winning a state election this past weekend, the German far right is closer to power than it has been in decades.

New reporting from Haaretz shows that, before October 7th, the Israeli Prime Minister was told to expect an "earthquake" from Gaza--and didn't tell his security chiefs.

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Why did a mysterious couple collect babies in a Los Angeles mansion? A five-part podcast series from In the Dark investigates.

Make sure that water is always available to Blythe, but don't freak out if she doesn't drink much. Blythe believes that hydration is "a conspiracy invented by Gatorade."

Increasingly, people are ignoring social norms in favor of a narrow self-interest. The results are disastrous.