Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story In February of last year, when Russia invaded Ukraine, the horror of war filtered out into the world through user-generated videos on TikTok. Ukrainian soldiers on the front lines and civilians…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Martin Scorsese has the best curveball in the business. His 2013 film, “The Wolf of Wall Street,” based on the true story of a large-scale financial fraudster, is also his wildest…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Rachel SymeStaff writer You’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 in-box. A few…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The Texas-born singer-songwriter Nanci Griffith’s voice is an “acquired taste,” as one critic put it after Griffith’s death two years ago, at the age of sixty-eight. To me, Griffith’s idiosyncratic sound—coquettishly…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story I was struggling to sort fact, fiction, and rumor when it came to the Taylor Swift–Travis Kelce relationship. But then, on Friday night, I drove a group of fourth-grade girls to…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Like most people, I know some of Taylor Swift’s songs by the mere fact of being alive, but it’s one thing to hear music and another to listen to it. The…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story For the cover of the Money Issue, the cartoonist Daniel Clowes evokes the lavish, concentrated wealth that governs our world. The true billionaires, rich beyond comprehension, hardly need to flaunt their…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story “Anatomy of a Fall,” the remarkable new film by the French director Justine Triet, begins with an interview. A woman arrives at a chalet in the French Alps to speak with…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story When I was a child, I associated the Christian life with glacial stretches of boredom, punctuated by unannounced aesthetic bliss. Perhaps this was simply life in the suburbs. I grew up…