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The FX series "Adults," which is returning for a second season, won't restore the genre to its normcore roots--but, happily, it has no interest in doing so.

It was the end of the world, and a number of us had gathered in a large, abandoned house.

It wasn't enough to sing of God's love, Dolly Parton felt she had to share it. And share it she did.

She was commonly called the Queen of Country Music, but that is exactly wrong: she was democratic to her bones.

Influencers inspired by the Kardashian origin story seem to have drawn the wrong lessons from it.

A new biography of this crucial New York filmmaker, whose work confronts racial and economic divisions, reveals her furiously inventive activity away from public view.

The author recommends poetry and post-apocalyptic works.

In "A Washington Irving Sketch Book," the essayist Phillip Lopate tries to rescue New York City's original mythmaker from literary oblivion.

Scientists still aren't sure what, exactly, causes a hangover--but that hasn't stopped companies from marketing supposed antidotes.

Don't discount the underdog.