Essay

How deceit, delusion, and the inexorable pull of the past have transformed an idea once seen as a possible means to end the Israeli-Palestinian conflict into a dangerous gimmick.

What it feels like to laugh when the world expects you to disappear.

My family is starving. My neighbors are dying. I’m compelled to share these injustices because they need to stop.

The feeling is most commonly framed as an end point, a level of despondency that cannot be overcome. But it doesn’t have to be so.

The death of Parton’s husband, in March, called rare attention to a steadfast union that the fame-friendly country star had kept private for decades.

Its owner, Jeff Bezos, wants to transform the Opinions section of the paper, where I worked for forty years. After the publisher killed my column disagreeing with that move—it appears here in full—I decided to quit.

A new documentary about the band’s early days offers a rich backdrop to an unlikely performance of a star on the rise.

Palestinians returning after the ceasefire confront the destruction of their homes and the horror of President Trump’s proposal to turn Gaza into the “Riviera of the Middle East” by committing ethnic cleansing.

On Octavia Butler, the L.A. fires, and the uses and misuses of the things that cannot be recovered.