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The first piece Kael wrote for The New Yorker, "Movies on Television," suggests why she remains a vexing influence in cinema more than a half century later.

Tariffs, tariffs, go away.

Across the country, the Trump Administration's assault on public institutions and its cuts to government funding are forcing scientists to abandon their work and the patients who benefit from it.

If artificial intelligence wrote it, redundancies won't be there. I repeat, if artificial intelligence wrote it, redundancies won't be there.

The Trump Administration's extraordinary security breach has elicited shock, amusement, and anger. An eyewitness in Yemen describes what happened when the bombs started to fall.

Can the fifty-four-year-old arts hub weather the next four years?

Artificial intelligence could hollow out the media business--but it also has the power to enhance journalism.

The Michelle Williams-led series, about a woman seeking erotic fulfillment amid a terminal diagnosis, starts off as an unorthodox comedy--then deepens into something far better.

Which is it?

The President's tariff policy isn't strategic protectionism; it's economic self-harm.