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Sergei Yurevich Filin, a man of early middle age and improbable beauty, sat behind the wheel of his car on a winter night driving toward home. It was 10 degrees Fahrenheit in the center of Moscow, a…

LETTER FROM ISLAY about the Bruichladdich whisky distillery. In 2000, Mark Reynier, a third-generation wine dealer from London, put together fifty investors, who paid six and a half million pounds…

ABSTRACT: A REPORTER AT LARGE about Mitt Romney, the Republican candidate for President, and how his political career has been shaped by his background in the Mormon faith and the worlds of…

ABSTRACT: A REPORTER AT LARGE about Kip Litton, a Michigan dentist who has been accused of repeatedly cheating in marathons and other distance-running events. In July, 2010, Kyle Strode, a…

“If you’re going to criticize, you should propose,” Ryan says of his budget plan.

Today is the second day of oral arguments before the Supreme Court about the constitutionality of the Affordable Care Act, President Obama’s health-care-reform law. Over at Daily Comment,…

On April 9, 2003, Lieutenant Colonel Bryan McCoy, commander of the 3rd Battalion 4th Marines, awoke at a military base captured from the Iraqis a few miles from the center of Baghdad, which was still…

On a chilly Tuesday morning in November, so early that the previous night’s full moon was still glowing in the dark sky, Ree Drummond, a blogger who calls herself the Pioneer Woman, drove her…

For a moment, he was obscured by the Havana night. It was as if he were invisible, as he had been before coming to Cuba, in the midst of revolution. Then a burst of floodlights illuminated him: William Alexander Morgan, the great Yankee comandante. He was standing, with his back against a bullet-pocked wall, in an empty moat surrounding La Cabaña—an eighteenth-century stone fortress, on a cliff overlooking Havana Harbor, that had been converted into a prison. Flecks of blood were drying on the patch of ground where Morgan’s friend had been shot, moments earlier. Morgan, who was thirty-two, blinked into the lights. He faced a firing squad.