James Frey is starting a publishing company, paying young writers (very poorly) to reverse engineer a Twilight-esque hit.

A reporter heads to Istanbul, where Iverson is playing minor league hoops in a 3,200-seat arena and hanging out at T.G.I. Friday’s.

Trump’s key adviser is a lobbyist known for reinventing tyrants.

Everyone knows who killed Rodolfo Illanes. So why is his death such a mystery?

He’s just as nice as you think he is.

Kathy Phipps was “rescued” by FEMA. Ten years later, she is so anxious she’s confined to her house.

In 1995, Ramirez allegedly raped Patricia Esparza. He was tortured and killed weeks later. Now she’s charged with his murder. Is she responsible?

An independent pawn store stumbles along in an economically depressed Pennsylvania town.

An essay on its history and future during a time when “gayness, we are told, is over.”

“At first, there is only a little sound, a metallic ping, almost a click.”

Online startups can send you pills to cure anxiety. But is it safe to buy them?

Covid allowed Raquel Esquivel and 4,500 others to be released from overcrowded federal prisons. So why is she back behind bars?

James Allen is serving three life sentences for murder. No one ever said he killed anyone.

I've grown, over the last few months, the beginnings of concerned; he's started to suffer bouts of malaise. Nothing too regular, or too terrible: mild stomach aches, sore joints, general lethargy. In anyone else, it could be anything, etc. In Chad, I grow attuned to the slightest variation in temperature, to the distracted look behind his eyes when food isn't sitting with him.

The writer contemplates beauty and identity following reconstructive surgery.

There was a long period of time, almost a year, during which I never looked in a mirror. It wasn’t easy, for I’d never suspected just how omnipresent are our own images. I began by merely avoiding mirrors, but by the end of the year I found myself with an acute knowledge of the reflected image, its numerous tricks and wiles, how it can spring up at any moment: a glass tabletop, a well-polished door handle, a darkened window, a pair of sunglasses, a restaurant’s otherwise magnificent brass-plated coffee machine sitting innocently by the cash register.

The anatomy of a 1930 epidemic that wasn’t:

Was parrot fever really something to worry about? Reading the newspaper, it was hard to say. “not contagious in man,” the Times announced. “Highly contagious,” the Washington Post said. Who knew? Nobody had ever heard of it before. It lurked in American homes. It came from afar. It was invisible. It might kill you. It made a very good story. In the late hours of January 8th, editors at the Los Angeles Times decided to put it on the front page: “two women and man in Annapolis believed to have 'parrot fever.'"

THEY SAY YOU never hear the one that hits you. That's true of bullets, because, if you hear them, they are already past. But your correspondent heard the last shell that hit this hotel. He heard it start from the battery, then come with a whistling incommg roar like a subway train to crash against the cornice and shower the room with broken glass and plaster. And while the glass still tinkled down and you listened for the next one to start, you realized that now finally you were back in Madrid.

But the more that I tried to remind myself of the various ways in which I did, in fact, seem to have a body that was moving, with a heart that pumped blood, the more agitated I became. Being dead butted up against the so-called evidence of being alive, and so I grew to avoid that evidence because proof was not a comfort; instead, it pointed to my insanity.

The author of I Know What You Did Last Summer investigates her own daughter’s unsolved murder.

Inside the collapse of TelexFree, an alleged $1 billion pyramid scheme that duped investors worldwide.

How the self-proclaimed “inventor of all things streaming” went from dot-com millionaire to crime ring accomplice.

A Liberian road trip with the creator of MTV, Ralph Reed and a reformed cannibal named General Butt Naked.

A profile of Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev.

In a Turkish hotel, veterans of the Libyan Revolution meet with their fractured Syrian counterparts to transfer know-how and heavy weaponry.

The dangerous work of harvesting your food.