Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story On Wednesday evening, when the new Czar of All the Arts, Donald Trump, went to see “Les Misérables”—which is, we are told, along with “Cats,” and “Evita,” a favored musical of…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The photographer Luis Corzo was six years old when he was kidnapped. Early on the morning of April 18, 1996, armed members of a small gang forced their way into the…
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Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Nearly five months into Donald Trump’s second term, he is not only increasingly turning America into an autocracy with his endless stream of abuses of executive power but also squandering significant…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this storyYou’re reading the Goings On newsletter, a guide to what we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. Sign up to receive it in your inbox. If a dance isn’t performed for…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Nude but for white underwear, Diane Arbus regards herself in a full-length mirror, which slants to the right. One hand hovers above her swollen belly; the other grips the tripod leg…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story With movie adaptations of books, the essential virtue is audacity, the readiness to transform the source material. That’s equally true of documentaries, as seen in “Videoheaven,” Alex Ross Perry’s teeming new…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story In May of 1971, Marvin Gaye released what many consider to be his masterwork, “What’s Going On?” A song cycle told from the point of view of a Vietnam veteran returning…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Two months ago, the world lost a gruff and burly guitar player named Al Barile. He was sixty-three when he died, after a battle with cancer, and those who mourned him…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The first patient I ever wrote about wasn’t actually my patient; as a first-year medical student, that possessive grammatical construct—“my patient”—hadn’t yet entered my consciousness, much less my lexicon. In any…