Arts
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Major Directors, Minor Running Times
Wes Anderson, Pedro Almodóvar and Godfrey Reggio have films this fall that are less than an hour each.
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Becky G’s Revenge Fantasy, and 11 More New Songs
Hear tracks by PinkPantheress, the Rolling Stones featuring Stevie Wonder and Lady Gaga, and others.
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‘You Are So Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah’ Review: She’s Growing Up
Sandler family members (plus Idina Menzel) lean on each other in this Netflix comedy about growing up.
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British Museum Director Resigns After Worker Fired for Theft
Hartwig Fischer, who had led the museum since 2016, said that the museum’s failure to respond to earlier warnings “must ultimately rest with the director.”
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For Some Culture Executives, a Housing Perk Is Rolled Back
For years the Metropolitan Museum of Art housed its directors in a $5 million apartment on Fifth Avenue, where they lived for free and paid no taxes on that benefit. The American Museum of Natural History’s president also lived for decades in a rent ...
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In Kentucky, a Maestro of the People
Teddy Abrams, the 36-year-old music director of the Louisville Orchestra, has embedded himself in his community, breaking the mold of modern conductors.
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Before Gran Turismo Inspired a Movie, It Drove a Teenager to Greatness
The PlayStation video game’s realistic cars and racetracks helped Jann Mardenborough find his calling as a professional driver.
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What Can Literature Teach Us About Forgiveness?
“How I’m gon keep from killing him,” says Celie, the protagonist of Alice Walker’s Pulitzer Prize-winning 1982 novel “The Color Purple.” The “him” is Celie’s husband, Mr.__. His first name is Albert, but he’s so cruel Celie won’t speak his name. In ...
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The Book That Made R.J. Palacio Cry on the Subway
What books are on your night stand? “We, the Drowned,” by Carsten Jensen; “The Betrothed,” by Alessandro Manzoni; “Utopia for Realists: How We Can Build the Ideal World,” by Rutger Bregman; and “Binti,” by Nnedi Okorafor. What’s the last great book ...
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Flying High at the Beach: Birds, Dancers, Michelson and Merce
With outstretched arms, dancers skimmed across the sand like gliding birds, soundless against the pressing wind and somehow soaring without actual wings. They tipped forward from their hips, leaning their torsos ever so slightly forward. They stood ...