A Dickensian profession that can still pay upwards of $650,000 per year.

If you are an enemy of Putin, there’s one city where intrigue and assassins are bound to follow you.

A profile of Broadway producer Jeffrey Seller, whose show makes more than $500,000 in profit every week.

A mysterious outbreak. Hundreds of stricken schoolgirls. Was it an illness, or was something darker to blame?

The life and politics of Joan Didion.

Inside the world of competitive darts.

For more than a decade, the employees of a Washington think tank were traumatized by an unlikely harasser: a career Foreign Service officer. In hundreds of emails and voicemails, he called them “Arab American terrorist murderers” and ranted about how they should be cleansed. Yet there was almost nothing they could do.

On the future of Myanmar.

The writings of Norwegian mass killer Anders Breivik are a copy-and-paste hodgepodge of “jeremiads against the scourge of cultural theory, lists of atrocities perpetuated by Muslims, and pages of derision of ‘female sluts,’ but also Wikipedia articles about sugar beet farming and investment tips.”

“The conditions in America today do not much resemble those of 1968. In fact, the best analogue to the current moment is the first and most consequential such awakening—in 1868.”

In the feral communities of Russia’s Far East, tiger poaching is among the few lucrative pursuits. This is the story of a tiger who fought back.

An execution in war-torn Cuba.

An epilogue to Serpico.

Life and death in an underground economy.

He was white nationalism’s heir apparent. Then he went to college.

Chris, a 25-year-old black man, tries to get a good job.

How race and recollection still frame an Alabama football fatality 40 years later.

Inside an industrial pig farm.

President Bush’s strange friendship with Vladimir Putin.

Searching for meaning at Baldwin’s soon-to-be-demolished home in France.

A last-minute trip to Sri Lanka.

Arthur Mondella took over his family’s maraschino cherry business reluctantly. But once he had it, he started a second enterprise. Behind an unmarked roll-down gate, behind some of his prized luxury cars, behind a pair of closet doors, behind a set of button-controlled shelves, behind a fake wall and down a ladder in a hole in the floor, Mondella built a 2,500-square-foot marijuana factory. When the police finally found it, he shot himself.

Last Fall, America’s favorite focus drug suddenly went into short supply.

Two men named Nathan committed murders. Only one received a death sentence.

How a jazz pianist disappeared into his music.