The history of a powerful and violent secret society in the islands of southern Chile.

On the death of a young reporter named Christopher Allen and the state of conflict journalism.

In their depictions of domination, the artist’s works, full of world-building and philosophy, do more than flip the script.

The author ponders the dissolution of his own marriage, and others.

The story of the Huffington Post.

The future of India’s “good minority,” the Parsis.

The stories of four women whose children joined the Islamic State.

A narrative of the Michael Brown shooting.

A dispatch from the frozen, drunken wasteland of Eastern Siberia.

The original story of Christopher McCandless’ fateful trip into the Alaskan wilderness.

The case of the disappearing Pappy Van Winkle bourbon.

Promise kept.

But his greatest presidential stumbling block may be right under his nose. At home, Newt's second wife, Marianne Ginther Gingrich, tells me she doesn't see herself in the First Lady's job. "Watching Hillary has just been a horrible experience," commiserates Marianne. "Hillary sticking her neck out is not working." What happens if Newt runs?, I ask. "He can't do it without me," she replies. "I told him if I'm not in agreement, fine, it's easy" --she giggles at her naughtiness. "I just go on the air the next day, and I undermine everything..."

On “soldiers for credibility” and the tug of war over truth.

The life and sudden death of NASCAR’s Dick Trickle.

On the life, legacy, and last days of Muammar Qaddafi.

The evolution of currency as “a complete abstraction.”

The art and science (or lack thereof) of water dowsing.

In the middle of a new drought, looking back at a drowned California town.

The stolen youth of Lorenzo Montoya.

An oral history of Nirvana ‘Unplugged.’

The Giant Pacific Octopus is, in the words of a Seattle conservationist, a “glamour animal.” It is also tasty. Therein lies the conflict.

Oskar Groening, an SS officer whose duties included counting confiscated money, describes his time posted to Auschwitz.

An essay drawn from the introduction of Davidson’s iconic book Subway, first published in 1986:

To prepare myself for the subway, I started a crash diet, a military fitness exercise program, and early every morning I jogged in the park. I knew I would need to train like an athlete to be physically able to carry my heavy camera equipment around in the subway for hours every day. Also, I thought that if anything was going to happen to me down there I wanted to be in good shape, or at least to believe that I was. Each morning I carefully packed my cameras, lenses, strobe light, filters, and accessories in a small, canvas camera bag. In my green safari jacket with its large pockets, I placed my police and subway passes, a few rolls of film, a subway map, a notebook, and a small, white, gold-trimmed wedding album containing pictures of people I’d already photographed in the subway. In my pants pocket I carried quarters for the people in the subway asking for money, change for the phone, and several tokens. I also carried a key case with additional identification and a few dollars tucked inside, a whistle, and a small Swiss Army knife that gave me a little added confidence. I had a clean handkerchief and a few Band-Aids in case I found myself bleeding.