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Fans of U.S. men's soccer are concerned about their team ahead of the World Cup. After a string of high-profile losses, it seems they have reason to fret.

We've been trained to strive for greatness at all times. Is there a positive case for being ordinary?

What's coming this season in TV, theatre, music, movies, dance, and art.

Boots Riley's new film is an exuberantly inventive but overstretched comedy about the redistribution of luxury goods.

A new Off Broadway play and Shakespeare's tragedy hinge on a universal anxiety: How well do you know your partner?

The photographer's "People of the 20th Century," now on display at Yale, was a vast, ambitious attempt to document and organize prewar German life across classes, trades, and types.

Solid-gold meltdown!

As OpenAI's and Anthropic's valuations soar, Silicon Valley outsiders are rushing to secure a small slice however they can.

The "LatinoLand" author discusses a few of the books that she has turned to while working on her new novel.

Writers are fed a bevy of mantras--"show don't tell," "kill your darlings"--which provide the security that there are rules, but little else. A new book by Lucy Ives offers a more expansive view of writing advice.