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The neuroscientist went from analyzing elections to running for Congress. But can this rookie win over New Jersey locals--and Trump voters?

Readers respond to E. Tammy Kim's article about the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, Nicholas Lemann's report about the Trump Administration's attack on higher education, and Jill Lepore's piece about whether A.I. needs a constitution.

It is easy to treat the Dutch artist as an agreeable intimist--a transcriber of domestic niceties. But he grew up in a world of war, starvation, and massacres. His paintings were safe havens.

"I couldn't finish the article about / short attention spans either, / armed feds in the Wendy's, / Saturn slowly losing its rings."

"There are people who don't hear an internal monologue or private dialogue in their heads."

The designer will add frills to anything--from Dr. Dre headphones to Gap hoodies. At the Frick's "Ruffles & Ribbons" exhibit, she confronts the deeper meaning of decadence.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

When the two lead actresses in Shawn's play called in sick, their understudies scrambled to prep in the dressing room. The stand-ins? Deborah Eisenberg and Shawn himself.

The director's native city drives him crazy--and drives him to make loony, brilliant films.

I will wear the perfect amount of sunscreen so that I don't look like clown-faced Mark Zuckerberg on that surfboard or red-faced Mark Zuckerberg at a Senate hearing.