The most glaring artistic error in “Soul” is its misprision—its elision, really—of what soul means for black culture.

After the Capitol assault—and after losing his perch as Majority Leader—the senator finally denounced the outgoing President. Was it a moral reckoning or yet another act of political self-interest?

Navalny is not only spectacularly brave but also fantastically inventive. The Russian President responds with blunt force.

His blazing rendition still echoes throughout the years, reminding us of what is worth fighting for in the American experiment.

Companies are figuring out how to balance what appears to be a lasting shift toward remote work with the value of the physical workplace.

Piece that two people can’t share: four letters.

After the pandemic halted their careers in high-end restaurants, Pablo Rojas and Roxanna Mejia have taken to devising regionally inspired taco sets and creative tasting menus for delivery.

In a show at Zwirner, the soft cosmos of Giorgio Morandi’s domestic tableaux is relieved and refreshed by the architectonics of Josef Albers’s squares.

Vanessa Springora was fourteen when the distinguished writer Gabriel Matzneff took her as his mistress. Decades later, she has published “Consent,” a memoir about his “triple predation—sexual, literary, and psychic.”

“Mama, we need to drive, my mother said. We need to drive now. We need to go.”