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In a new series featuring surveillance-camera stills of suspected shoplifters, the photographer Deana Lawson seems more interested in the surface than in the soul.

The American Geographical Society has long invited big-name adventurers--Amelia Earhart, Neil Armstrong--to sign its ceremonial globe. The latest? Astronaut Kathryn Sullivan.

Waymo wants us to give up the car keys. But what are we if not drivers? Molly Fischer on the view from the back seat.

In Kilis, the last Turkish town on the road to Syria, jihadis and spies mixed with reporters trying to prove themselves.

In her tautly suspenseful novels, fugitives stay one step ahead of the Nazis.

Readers and condiment lovers react.

For generations, Japanese gangsters have styled themselves as heirs to the samurai--a mystique that helped them prosper in league with politicians, police, and big business.

Short reviews of recent releases.

The playwright and the immunologist famously argued about AIDs live on C-SPAN, in 1993. Their heated exchange now unfolds in a new play that almost included a "Guys and Dolls" song break.

The director Lee Chang-dong excavates the traumas of contemporary Korean history in starkly personal terms.