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Donald Trump plunged the U.S. into a potentially disastrous war with Iran with no clear rationale or exit plan. He's now flailing for ways to mitigate its economic consequences, John Cassidy writes.

In Phil Lord and Christopher Miller's adaptation of Andy Weir's novel, Ryan Gosling's star power fuels an unlikely tale of far-flung friendship.

Scientists want to redesign psychedelics so that they don't induce a trip--but they still improve mental health.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton believed that she was a person of "superior intelligence and courage." This fuelled her radical politics--and her eventual descent into bigotry.

Also: FKA twigs, "Mother Russia," Caravaggio, and more.

"We won," the President who's treating the conflict with Iran like a video game says, but "we're not finished yet."

A drawing that riffs on the latest news and happenings.

The new series about the romance between John F. Kennedy, Jr., and Carolyn Bessette is little more than a look-book--but its popularity is proof of the Kennedys' enduring allure.

Clare Barron's "You Got Older" is a rare play about a good dad. Wallace Shawn's "What We Did Before Our Moth Days" is defiantly tender about a sleazy one.

"I Turned $10 Into $1,000,000 in One Week--Here's How!" What it actually means: I very slowly added five zeroes and two commas.