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Daily Cartoon: Monday, September 22nd [15h]
My House Burned in the L.A. Fires. What Happens Now? [20h]
Reading the New Pynchon Novel in a Pynchonesque America [20h]
Jeanine Tesori, Young-Adult Whisperer [20h]
“The Lowdown” Is a Noir for Our Era [20h]
R.F.K., Jr.: A Day in the Life [20h]
“Black Walnuts,” by Seamus Heaney [20h]
H. W. Fowler, the Autocrat of English Usage [20h]
“What I Might Sing,” by Donika Kelly [20h]
Jeremy Irons’s Walk of Fame [20h]
If A.I. Can Diagnose Patients, What Are Doctors For? [20h]
Briefly Noted Book Reviews [20h]
New York Civil Servants Strut Their Stuff [20h]
The Exacting Magic of Film Restoration [20h]
Why Won’t America’s Business Leaders Stand Up to Trump? [20h]
Nepal’s Violent Gen Z Uprising [20h]
The Art of the Impersonal Essay, by Zadie Smith [20h]
Ian McEwan Casts the Climate Crisis as a Story of Adultery [20h]
Mahmoud Khalil, Back Home [20h]
The Uses and Abuses of “Antisemitism” [20h]
Letters from Our Readers [20h]
“The Race” by Seamus Heaney [20h]