Oomba was a startup designed to make a lot of money from the games industry. Instead, everyone played each other.

Police body cams were supposed to change everything in Chicago. But a lot of them were rarely turned on.

The author’s chance encounter with Tom Hanks leads to a dear and lasting friendship with his assistant.

A history of the ultimate political weapon, which we’ve never understood how to use.

His body wrecked by ALS, the author’s father insisted that his death, like his life, was his to control.

What’s a typical immigrant story? In his new film, “Minari,” the “Walking Dead” star has his own to tell.

How Abraham Lincoln’s lifelong struggle with clinical depression was a key to his presidency.

Inside Randall Emmett’s direct-to-video empire, where many Hollywood stars have found lucrative early retirement.

He planned to write a memoir, The Life of a Migrant. Its central thesis: The American Dream is a lie.

What will it take to get the world’s choral musicians back together again?

Growth has slowed to a trickle in parts of Manchuria—but some young people are finding new careers online.

The Havana Syndrome first affected spies and diplomats in Cuba. Now it has spread to the White House.

Why now is the time to rethink COVID safety protocols for children—and everyone else.

To understand the state’s urban-rural divide, start by looking at Yamhill County’s proposed walking trail.

The trucker blew a stop sign and hit a bus full of teenagers. Now the families of the dead grapple with their capacity to forgive.

Meet Me @ the Altar want to be household names—and that’s not a crazy notion.

Awash in coders, crypto, and capital, the city is loving—and beginning to shape—its newest industry.

Exploited by apps. Attacked by thieves. Unprotected by cops. 65,000 strong, with only themselves to count on.

The health-care brand Hims wants to leverage young men’s anxiety over erections and hair loss into a multibillion-dollar empire.

Why is life in this country so hostile to single people?

Drones, renditions, and underground prisons; inside the war on terror’s African front.

In the eighteen years since the infamous “Black Hawk Down” incident in Mogadishu, US policy on Somalia has been marked by neglect, miscalculation and failed attempts to use warlords to build indigenous counterterrorism capacity, many of which have backfired dramatically. At times, largely because of abuses committed by Somali militias the CIA has supported, US policy has strengthened the hand of the very groups it purports to oppose and inadvertently aided the rise of militant groups, including the Shabab.

She was the biggest tipper the waiters at some of the country’s most gourmet restaurants had ever seen. She treated casual acquaintances to elaborate vacations. Few saw the tiny bungalow where she lived amongst hundreds of boxes of unopened jewelry, and none knew the source of her wealth. When her multi-decade embezzlement scheme was revealed, the artisans and waitstaff whose lives had been changed by her generosity were left to sort out the pieces and consider their own relationship to her scam.

The author expounds on culture and crime in the early 90s:

Yes, I know there are sensational tabloid crimes everywhere and the closeness to the Manhattan media nexus tends to magnify everything. But even so, that was always true. There's just no denying that something has changed in the past decade, that, as our bard Billy Joel sings on his new album, there's "lots more to read about, Lolita and suburban lust." But why? Why is this Island different from all other islands? And why are so many Long Islanders suddenly running amok?

"What’s it like to be giving birth at home, and see blood pooling between your legs, and look up at the ashen faces of a birth attendant, a midwife, a spouse? What’s it like to feel the earth tremble and see the roof and walls of your home or school fall towards you? More to the point, in terms of survival: what happens next? It depends. Not just on the severity of the injury, but on who and where you are."

Afternoons with Altman and Allen.

For a year or two during the mid-1970s, living in New York, I was a moviegoer. I was in my early 20s then, working off and on, driving a cab, setting up the stage at rock shows, writing occasional pieces for The Village Voice. But there were also long empty spells. I tried to write some fiction and couldn’t, tried to read and could—but only for so long. I ended up going to the movies.