Harvey Levin runs a gossip site that operates like an intelligence agency.

A conversation about God, anxiety, and the monkey.

A profile of Tyler Perry.

Angie Nwandu has no journalism experience. No publishing experience. She’s 25. And in less than two years she has created an entirely new way to cover — and profit from — celebrity gossip.

The 79-year-old actor, too creaky to get off the couch, interviewed at his palatial Florida mansion about love, fame, and how he’s in okay financial shape despite the fact that a surveyor is taking measurements of his house as he speaks.

A conversation with “the most popular human alive.”

‘‘That’s something I don’t think I could ever do,’’ she said. ‘‘Send my only girl to another random country to live with people she’d just met. It had to be God that paralyzed Monica Fenty’s emotions so that she’d say, ‘Yes, go.’ To this day, I don’t know how that happened. But thank God it did.’’

Chasing stardom in YouTube’s crowded universe.

The life of Kim Kardashian.

The man who gets all the superhero scoops in Hollywood.

Paul Newman’s will held some unpleasant surprises for his daughters.

An early profile of Diane Keaton.

Alanis Morissette, before the making of Jagged Little Pill.

An eyewitness tells us what it was like to be there.

The tragic final days (and very weird afterlife) of a radio legend.

Long a cult favorite in comedy, Bob Odenkirk has finally found wider recognition—and respect—through a shady character named Saul.

On the ground at the big, sad, strange Burt Reynolds memorabilia auction in Las Vegas.

Aboard the JoCo Cruise Crazy, a ship captained by singer-songwriter Jonathan Coulton and built for nerds.

The on and offline search for the prime suspect in last month’s celebrity nude photo hacking scandal.

A profile of Nicki Minaj.

How celebrity-led humanitarian aid exacerbated a crisis.

Gamers, celebrities, military veterans, and publicists populate a capitalist future in these four chapters from Gibson's forthcoming novel.

"She bent her phone the way she liked it for gaming, thumbed HaptRec into the log‑in window, entered the long-ass password. Flicked go. Nothing happened. Then the whole display popped, like the flash of a camera in an old movie, silvered like the marks of the haptics. She blinked."

On the writer’s new book and tell-all style.

On Bill Cosby’s complicated family life.