“The Line,” a play of communal horror, follows health-care workers battling COVID-19, and Hannibal Buress’s new special turns a police encounter into comedy and catharsis.
On “Shoot for the Stars, Aim for the Moon,” the charismatic New York rapper, who was killed in February, sounds like a young man exploring all his possibilities.
Margaret Talbot on the Nineteenth Amendment; assessing the West-Tidball ticket; deplorables, ahoy!; do the toddlers approve?; summer writing assignment.
The amendment, ratified a century ago, is often described as having “given” women the right to vote. It wasn’t a gift; it was a hard-won victory achieved after more than seventy years of suffragist agitation.
Residents of Cody, Wyoming—where Kanye West has a ranch—compare notes on Michelle Tidball, the local mystic who works in a dentist’s office and says she can communicate with God.
When a Trump flotilla (or “Trumptilla”) swarmed into town, its organizers hoped it would “make liberals cry.” The more immediate effect was to freak out the Coast Guard.
With a reading list ranging from W. E. B. Du Bois to Kendrick Lamar, a remote class teaches Philadelphia teens how to express their frustration with society—including, in some cases, their schools.
With New York movie theatres closed, drive-ins, including the Warwick, upstate, and the Skyline, in Greenpoint, are thriving, offering familiar films and such new releases as “Relic” and “She Dies Tomorrow.”
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