The rise and fall of Design Within Reach.

How a dental equipment salesman from Germany named Klaus Teuber invented the perfect board game, Settlers of Catan.

The poet and his love affair with Italian motorbikes (and also lots of women.)

On the evolution of New Jersey’s governor.

The DIY explorers who dream of a 35-million-mile trek.

A history of the Village Voice.

Inside the singular world of Longmont Potion Castle.

“We’re living in the age of assholes now.”

The disappearance of a once ubiquitous movie star.

The stories of 35 women who were assaulted by Bill Cosby.

A profile of the director.

The inspiring life and mysterious death of NBA player Bison Dele.

A profile of photographer William Christenberry.

The rise and fall of a Bitcoin mining scheme that was “too big to fail.”

The history of civilian internment camps.

Struggling to go legal in the underworld of finch smuggling.

Bitcoin partying at an Orlando hotel with worshippers of the blockchain.

A profile of the designer, who died Sunday at 41.

GQ moved up the release of this Charlie Sheen profile: ”The fucking AA shit. The sobriety shit. It was always for other people. I just wanted to get a job back and get enough money to tell everybody to go fuck themselves and then roll like Errol Flynn and Frank Sinatra—the good parts of those guys.”

When the prosecutor in a 1924 trial focused on the murder of a priest backed the suspect–and everything that followed.

He is 69. He is no longer a virtuoso politician. He has been marginalized within his wife’s campaign. Nobody knows what what his role will be if she wins, but everyone agrees that he’s desperate to find out.

John MacNeil was convicted by the state of Massachusetts of second-degree murder. He was given a life sentence. He escaped. He was caught. Through an incredible feat of jailhouse lawyering, he somehow got himself paroled and exiled to Canada. Then he came home.

A group of misfit boys from the fringes of Las Vegas form a clique. Then, with murky motives, they decide to murder one of their own and bury him in a desert pit.

“Fiction writers are good people, usually. There’s a lot of pretenders, but I haven’t met a lot of sons of bitches.”