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THE ARTS Two Poems “that iconic neck, existing / purely for beauty’s sake— / until you take your picnic”

A New Yorker visits her hometown to help protect the seats of two democrats in the recall elections and discovers two Wisconsins. …

Over the past two years, politicians have used the profit growth of many U.S. Fortune 100 companies as evidence of an economic recovery. But for the first time ever during an economic…

David Foster Wallace in 1996.(Photo: Gary Hannabarger/Corbis) When Jeffrey Eugenides moved to New York, he was 28 years old and things were not looking good. After graduating from Brown in…

Something was killing Hmong men in their sleep, and no one could figure out what it was. There was no obvious cause of death. None of them had been sick, physically. The men weren't clustered all that tightly, geographically speaking. They were united by dislocation from Laos and a shared culture, but little else. Even House would have been stumped. Doctors gave the problem a name, the kind that reeks of defeat, a dragon label on the edge of the known medical world: Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome. SUNDS. It didn't do much in terms of diagnosis or treatment, but it was easier to track the periodic conferences dedicated to understanding the problem.