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October 18, 2021

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Reporting

A Reporter at Large

The Shadow Penal System for Struggling Kids

The Christian organization Teen Challenge, made up of more than a thousand centers, claims to reform troubled teens. But is its discipline more like abuse?
Annals of a Warming Planet

Seventy-Two Hours Under the Heat Dome

A chronicle of a slow-motion climate disaster that became one of Oregon’s deadliest calamities.
Profiles

Paul McCartney Doesn’t Really Want to Stop the Show

Half a century after the Beatles broke up, he’s still correcting the record—and making new ones.
American Chronicles

Stash-House Stings Carry Real Penalties for Fake Crimes

The undercover operations seem like entrapment, but their targets can receive long sentences—sometimes even harsher than those for genuine crimes.

The Critics

Books

Laurie Colwin’s Recipe for Being Yourself in the Kitchen

The bossy yet intimate style of her best food writing taught decades of home cooks to trust the strength of their convictions.
Musical Events

The Tense, Turbulent Sounds of “Fire Shut Up in My Bones”

Terence Blanchard’s new opera, at the Met, deftly captures the churning inner world of its protagonist.
Books

It’s Time to Stop Talking About “Generations”

From boomers to zoomers, the concept gets social history all wrong.
Books

Briefly Noted

“Speak, Silence,” “The Gold Machine,” “A Single Rose,” and “Hard Like Water.”
The Current Cinema

James Bond’s Heavy Heart in “No Time to Die”

Cary Joji Fukunaga’s relentlessly self-referential film, with Daniel Craig making his last bow as Bond, is often exciting, but there’s something inward and agonized about the thrills.

The Talk of the Town

Dhruv Khullar on the coronavirus this winter; L.A.’s mansion wheeler-dealers; on the beach on the stage; an Odyssey of performance; Angels get their wings.

Dept. of Amateurism

The Opera Swimmers of Brooklyn

For the opera “Sun & Sea,” the Brooklyn Academy of Music let ordinary Brooklynites in bathing suits frolic on trucked-in sand and chat with the singers, to create the ambience of a real beach.
Back in Time

Back to the Eighties: Crime, Yucky Subways, and the Guardian Angels!

Curtis Sliwa is running for mayor of N.Y.C. on the Republican ticket, and his civilian crime-watch group is still turning out street icons in red berets.
L.A. Postcard

The Oscars, but for Hollywood Real Estate

At the Power Broker Awards, a gathering of the buzziest Los Angeles real-estate agents, movers and shakers of the “Selling Sunset” ilk, dish on seventy-million-dollar sales and why everyone is getting a pickleball court.
Alfresco

Ancient Greek on the Grass

Armed with a Cyclops eye and a watermelon, Joseph Medeiros performed a one-man Odyssey at dawn in East River Park.
Coronavirus

Another Winter of COVID

Nationwide, the Delta wave is waning, but what do the coming months hold?

Shouts & Murmurs

Shouts & Murmurs

Eight First Impressions of a Time Traveller

Cartoons

1/16

“If you’re working from home today, do you mind if I go hang out at your office?”
Cartoon by Paul Noth

Fiction

Fiction

Not Here You Don’t

Puzzles & Games Dept.

Crossword

The Crossword: Monday, October 11, 2021

A challenging puzzle.

Poems

Poems

Standing in the Atlantic

Poems

Crescendo

Goings On About Town

Tables for Two

The Evolution of an Empire, at Momofuku Ssäm Bar

The latest incarnation of David Chang’s maverick sophomore effort, which once defined the East Village food scene, now resides in an L.E.D.-lit behemoth in the South Street Seaport.
The Theatre

Douglas Carter Beane’s Acid Wit in “Fairycakes”

In his new comedy, which he directs at Greenwich House Theatre, the playwright borrows from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” as well as bits of “Cinderella” and “Pinocchio.”
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