You may not know Frances Perkins’ name, but your 40-hour workweek, minimum wage, and Social Security certainly do. Learn more in a brand-new edition of Drunk History!
The scenery is gorgeous, the relationships are a disaster, and everyone could probably use a long nap and a TED Talk on boundaries. Welcome to The Plunge.
A missing family, a mansion turned local legend, and one of the vanished daughters strolling back into town fifteen years later. Such a Clever Girl has a genuinely creepy hook; it takes way too long to pay off.
David Corenswet’s next hero doesn’t wear a cape. Mr. Irrelevant tells the true story of John Tuggle, the NFL’s last draft pick whose life became far more remarkable than the nickname ever suggested.
A recent grad falls for her boyfriend’s cat and makes a surprisingly decent case for feline retirement. Kitten is funny and sharp on class and dependency, but I might have been the wrong age for this debut novel.
Stacey Bendet turned Alice + Olivia’s runway into an actual Wonderland for Spring 2027, complete with a 20-foot mirrored gown and a stiletto sculpture the size of a small car. I have thoughts.
Hayden Panettiere spent her whole life having her story told by other people. She finally wrote it herself, and just as I was finishing her story, she was gone.
Broadway lost five theaters, 179 protesters got arrested, and a wrecking ball named Godzilla still won the day. Somehow, that very defeat helped save the historic theaters that remained. By the 1970s, Times Square was...
Some marriages have red flags. This one had an actual bullet. Freida McFadden's Brain Damage asks what happens when the person hunting you might be the one you trust most.
For one free weekend on Governors Island, 100+ literary organizations take over five stages and let poetry get some actual sunlight. Welcome to the New York City Poetry Festival.
S&P Lunch in Manhattan, a century-old sandwich shop across from the Flatiron Building, has survived the Depression, a pandemic closure, and a name change.
A new Vought Rising teaser takes us back to the early days of Vought, where the costumes are sharper, the secrets are darker, and the supes are already a problem.
The once-forgotten Greenwich Village duo returns with long songs, strange harmonies, absolutely no interest in brevity, and one surprisingly beautiful moon.