The civil-rights attorney has created a museum, a memorial, and, now, a sculpture park, indicting the city of Montgomery—a former capital of the domestic slave trade and the cradle of the Confederacy.
Living standards have fallen. The country is exhausted by constant drama. But the U.K. can’t move on from the Tories without facing up to the damage that has occurred.
The rise of the sport as we know it was centered in Gotham, where big stadiums, heroic characters, and epic sportswriting once produced a pastime that bound a city together.
The chamber ensemble played all six of Bartók’s string quartets, and the pianist played devilishly difficult transcriptions of symphonic scores by Mahler and Beethoven.
Jeremy Strong finds urgency and conversational menace in Ibsen’s 1882 drama, also with Michael Imperioli, in a new version by Amy Herzog, directed by Sam Gold.
There’s lots of violence in Doug Liman’s update of the 1989 slugfest, but, despite the menacing presence of Jake Gyllenhaal, it’s more timid than its predecessor.
The former Greek finance minister Yanis Varoufakis argues in his new book that Big Tech has turned us into digital serfs. One solution? A “Star Trek”-based economy.
The Oscar winner asked Chris Mazzilli, a vintage-car restorer, to turn his gas-guzzlers green, with vegan-leather interiors, solar panels, and e-bike chargers.
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