The year of the revolution, from behind the camera.

A profile of Ludwig Minelli, the head of the Swiss assisted suicide organization Dignitas.

The Mouth of the South is leading a relatively quiet life.

The events leading up to the botched execution of Clayton Lockett.

The plight of the uninsured in a red state.

On the structural underpinnings of the revolts currently shaking the Arab world.

The drag-racing article that inspired The Fast and the Furious.

The unsolved mystery of the soldier who died in the watchtower.

The architecture of the modern web poses grave threats to humanity.

Samaria Rice is the mother of Tamir, not a “mother of the movement.”

On the grifter who made a living forging the signatures of American heroes.

The travails of mattress salesmen on one of the busiest weekends of the year.

One man’s stories from the early days of the NBA.

A profile of Ann Coulter, “the glowing scimitar of the American right.”

The biographer before the publication of “The Passage of Power.”

American history begs the question: Can immigrants possibly inherit the mythology of the U.S.?

The city of Boston, the Tea Party movement, and the rightful heir to the American Revolution.

A mayday call in the critical moments after the explosion on the Deepwater Horizon drilling platform.

On the road with Quarterbacks, a young band at the bottom of the music industry.

Dave Wilsey was among the American soldiers who liberated Dachau. The letters he left behind complicate the story.

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.

The musician visits the Los Angeles of his youth and says goodbye to the past.

Considering the screen saver.

Even when napping, the computer seems beset by iterative nightmares of a deadline. The pipes come to represent, rather than imaginarily suspend, the clogging of the task queue when one is away. When the screen has become as dense as Celtic knot-work, the entire image cracks and dissipates, as if burned out from its involute frenzy—before beginning again in the dark.