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The prosecutor spoke without emotion: "Your father's been charged with espionage. Spying under orders from the North Korean puppet regime."

The author discusses his story "The Leper."

The rain it raineth every day, as Shakespeare noted, apparently even on Saturn. The cosmos, it seems, is no comfort at this moment.

The actress is touring a one-woman show about how animals express themselves. She's also getting Oscar buzz for "Conclave," a film in which she hardly speaks.

A food critic's favorite menu items from a year of dining out.

The tech billionaire derailed a government-funding deal and made a shutdown more likely. His intervention signals the growing sway of wealth in politics, and its risks.

In the latest revival of Arthur Laurents, Stephen Sondheim, and Jule Styne's iconic musical, George C. Wolfe humanizes a famously monstrous stage mother.

Xiao Gongqin thought that, in moments of flux, a strongman could build a bridge to democracy. Now he's not so sure.

The relationship at the heart of a new erotic thriller, starring Nicole Kidman, doesn't explode power struggles; it exists within them.

The actor talks with Adam Howard about playing a vampire hunter in Robert Eggers's remake of "Nosferatu." After hundreds of vampire movies, Eggers "wanted him to be scary again."