On the clip that captured a society falling apart.

A physician becomes convinced he’s dying.

How the veterinary industry went corporate.

Two very different fates at the Chicago Marathon.

It was the worst AIDS crisis in years—until it wasn’t.

On the modern era’s answer to James Baldwin.

Tracking down the very best in Grateful Dead concert concessions.

A jailhouse interview.

Doing mushrooms in space.

A reporter returns to My Lai.

How Sherwin Shayegan pulled off a 3,000-mile, piggyback ride-fueled road trip.

On rongorongo, which no one can decipher.

The paper spiked a #MeToo story. Why?

“Fear is running rampant in the Curia, where the mood has rarely been this miserable. It’s as if someone had poked a stick into a beehive. Men wearing purple robes are rushing around, hectically monitoring correspondence. No one trusts anyone anymore, and some even hesitate to communicate by phone.”

“Someone has sliced open soccer’s hourglass, and the sand has come pouring out on to the streets.”

Catching up with the controversial radio host, who recently returned to the air after years away.

The man who killed John Wilkes Booth was a eunuch. By choice.

“They have effectively claimed the progressive causes of the left – from gay rights to women’s equality and protecting Jews from antisemitism – as their own, by depicting Muslim immigrants as the primary threat to all three groups. As fear of Islam has spread, with their encouragement, they have presented themselves as the only true defenders of western identity and western liberties – the last bulwark protecting a besieged Judeo-Christian civilisation from the barbarians at the gates.”

Catch shares are touted by the government and environmental groups as the solution to overfishing. But for a new generation under the system, the economics consist mainly of “absentee landlords, brokers and bankers, [and] fish quota that costs more than your house.”

HEMINGWAY: You go to the races? PLIMPTON: Yes, occasionally. HEMINGWAY: Then you read the Racing Form . . . . There you have the true art of fiction.

It was the middle of the day in the steamy Philippine jungle and the sun was merciless. Director Francis Ford Coppola, dressed in rumpled white Mao pajamas, was slowly making his way upriver in a motor launch.

Black women have been telling the truth about America for a long time. As a Black woman in journalism, my obligation is no less than that.

A species of jellyfish that can transform itself back to a polyp at any time appears to debunk the most fundamental law of the natural world — you are born, and then you die.

In 1939, acting on a tip and clues from The Iliad, archaeologists unearthed King Nestor’s palace on Pylos. Recently, another discovery in Pylos, the grave of an even earlier soldier, could change our entire understanding of how western civilization developed.

On the many lives and careers of Owsley Stanley (1935-2011), chemist, sound design innovator, and outback jeweler, whose name appears in the OED as a synonym for “a particularly pure form of LSD.”