In the 1880’s, a shabbily dressed man popped up in numerous America cities, calling upon local scientists, showing letters of introduction claiming he was a noted geologist or paleontologist, discussing both fields at a staggeringly accomplished level, and then making off with valuable books or cash loans.

In the ’50s and ’60s, the Reverend Will Campbell marched with MLK Jr. and worked to desegregate the University of Mississippi. Later, broke, he took a job as Waylon Jennings’ roadie and occasional spiritual guru. Afterward, his ministry grew even stranger and more itinerant.

In 1952, Abe Feller, the U.N.’s first General Counsel, jumped to his death. More than 50 years later, his great nephew tries to figure out why.

What has Ted Haggard, who left the New Life megachurch after admitting he purchased crystal meth and sexual favors from a male escort, been doing in the four years since? Selling insurance door to door and then… founding a new church and returning to the pulpit.

The original new journalist on his start at the Times, his daily writing routine, and why he’s always taken notes on shirt boards.

It started with a vague tip-off: a tug boat approaching the UK could be transporting cocaine. What followed was a race against the clock to find £500m in narcotics

Why dealing with the IRS is so difficult – and the woman charged with making it easier:

[Nina] Olson noted that the IRS relied on computers to audit all but the highest-income brackets. “We’re getting to a situation where the only people who will get face-to-face audits are the 1 Percent,” she said. “For the majority of taxpayers, the IRS has become faceless, nameless, with no accountability and no liability.”

Extracted from the author’s memoir, Life Itself.

The British satirist Auberon Waugh once wrote a letter to the editor of the Daily Telegraph asking readers to supply information about his life between birth and the present, explaining that he was writing his memoirs and had no memories from those years. I find myself in the opposite position. I remember everything. All my life I've been visited by unexpected flashes of memory unrelated to anything taking place at the moment. These retrieved moments I consider and replace on the shelf.

Her grandfather, she found out decades after he died, was not her grandfather. Who did that make her?

“I think I knew that at heart I was an aging spinster.”

It mostly had to do with Patch, the executive’s hyperlocal and unprofitable baby.

How two couples found a way to play the preschool system for profit.

Trump’s Commerce pick and a government by, and for, the super-rich.

Israel Keyes confessed to multiple murders, but committed suicide before revealing all the details.

Why America, and every other street in Massachusetts, runs (or will eventually run) on Dunkin’.

As the birds decline, one Icelandic island keeps throwing a rowdy, boozy puffin festival.

A sociologist’s controversial first book and the debate over who gets to speak for whom.

On his legacy, his impact on California, and why “saints should be judged guilty until proven innocent.”

USB sticks bearing digital video are the new radio.

Jack Nicholson interviewed at 73.

A young dealer goes on the lam after selling multiple masterpieces to several buyers simultaneously.

“His life with the virus would be his witness, his public testimony. Performance as life, and life as performance.”

Troughout his life, Hernández has been known as one thing: a soccer player. But last year, that identifier stopped being enough.

To read the transcript of Erin Hunter’s trial, which runs all of 81 pages and can be digested in half an hour, is to encounter a disregard for human dignity instrumental in producing the most sprawling system of incarceration in the world.