The story of two weeks when the most wanted man in the world was hidden in the depths of a Hong Kong slum.

How a journalist who wrote a seminal account of police brutality during the 1967 race riots in Newark wound up on the wrong side of the law.

One mysterious death, then another, and another — all in the same house. The first two written off as a tragic coincidence, until the third shattered doubts.

What it was like to edit The New Republic at its most contentious.

One of the little tweaks I made the first time I got the job was to change the slogan on the table of contents from “A Journal of Politics and the Arts” back to the original: “A Weekly Journal of Opinion.” All the fine reporting notwithstanding, what The New Republic did best, had always done best, was opinion. Its politics were polemical, its art was the art of argument.

Living the Amway life.

The case for gay marriage.

On the death of a brother.

The humans behind the algorithm.

Save the honeybee, sterilize the earth.

On writing memoirs for the rich.

The politics of the Federal Reserve.

The automatic culture of the world’s favorite new social network.

An examination of the Minutemen movement and death on the border.

Unprecedented access to six months in the life of the President of the United States.

On being stalked in the age of the Internet.

The story of the manhunt.

The ridiculousness of trying to rank the best restaurants in the world.

In which the author’s wife attempts to break the world record in Tetris.

The stories of the eleven men who died on the Deepwater Horizon.

A history of modern capitalism from the perspective of the straw.

Philadelphia’s District Attorney reinvents the role of the modern prosecutor.

On the rise and fall of the professional sports bettor.

The epic battle to save the islands that inspired the theory of evolution.

The wrong way to fight the opioid crisis.

On the GOP and the next election.