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For some reason, I have been voted to be the leader of the uprising against Society in this dystopian Y.A. action movie, but I really just need to lie down.

In the most remote settlement in Greenland, Hjelmer Hammeken's life style has gone from something that worked for thousands of years to something that may not outlive him.

When you're waiting for a flight, what's the difference between out there and in here?

"Do you still receive letters from the dead?"

In 1997, scientists and bureaucrats gathered in Japan to talk about greenhouse-gas emissions. At Lincoln Center, a group of actors rehash all the drama--in front of the original negotiators.

"Tomorrowland Amerifair," a previously unpublished piece by the late artist and writer.

In a new global history, capitalism is an inescapable vibe--responsible for everything, everywhere, all at once.

The great-great-grandmother of Laurent Saint Périer was one of John Singer Sargent's alluring muses, before she died in a notorious fire. Now Saint Périer visits her portrait in the Musée d'Orsay.

In 1969, the longtime foreign correspondent recalled a youthful adventure in which she moved to China, keen on becoming an opium addict.

The mother in Kincaid's story is not only trying to tame a shrew; she is offering a template for survival.