This interview with Kurt Vonnegut was originally a composite of four interviews done with the author over the past decade. The composite has gone through an extensive working over by the subject himself, who looks upon his own spoken words on the page with considerable misgivings . . . indeed, what follows can be considered an interview conducted with himself, by himself.

Survivors of the 2011 Japanese tsunami in a small town on the north-east coast are haunted by a split second decision at a local school.

On the origins of Michael Jordan.

For the first time since exposing the atrocities at Abu Ghraib, Joe Darby speaks out.

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

“It’s not like I told myself, okay, this is it, you’re gonna take the guy outside and throw him off the goddam boat.”

“If you think the mission your country keeps sending you on is pointless or impossible and that you’re only deploying to protect your brothers and sisters in arms from danger, then it’s not the Taliban or al-Qaeda or isis that’s trying to kill you, it’s America.”

The photographer who showed us the world always kept coming back to a little town by the sea.

How Tide became a black market currency.

How an informant helped authorities nab a notorious anti-abortion activist.

How much time does Manny Pacquiao have left?

Fifteen years ago, William Dranginis saw Bigfoot. He’s still trying to prove it.

One year later, a dispatch from Steubenville.

Giving birth as a black woman in America.

NSA-grade spyware is up for sale, and the world’s worst dictatorships are buying.

On the private, for-profit probation industry.

He was on a flight bound for the English Premier League. Then he was gone.

Most of the men were in their 60s and 70s, with heart conditions, diabetes, and replacement hips. They made off with millions in cash and jewels, only to give themselves up by not understanding how technology works.

Will Lacey was just a baby when doctors diagnosed a rare form of cancer and told his family there was only one end. Nobody then could imagine the journey ahead, from hospital rooms to board rooms, research labs to government offices, a furious race between hope and death.

The house at 114 Lake Avenue in Bristol, CT that kept calling Aaron Hernandez, a NFL star by 20, back to “a volatile underworld of guns, drugs, and violence.”

The authors spend time in Concord, Mass., with people who impersonate Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Louisa May Alcott and Nathaniel Hawthorne.