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The New “Nosferatu” Drains the Life from Its Predecessor [369d]
How Much Does Our Language Shape Our Thinking? [370d]
The Year the Metropolitan Opera Declared War on the Critics [370d]
“Bass Lake,” by Safia Elhillo [370d]
“Black Doves” Offers a Sentimental Spin on the Spy Genre [370d]
Daily Cartoon: Monday, December 23rd [370d]
What Spotify Is Really Costing Us [370d]
He’s Making a List, and Checking It Twice [370d]
Letters from Our Readers [370d]
Diana Ejaita’s “Midnight Moments” [370d]
To the Detective Investigating My Murder [370d]
“Prelude in Grey Major,” by Christian Wiman [370d]
The Lonely Skepticism of a Bull-Market Skeptic [370d]
Does Morality Do Us Any Good? [370d]
Kyle Abraham’s Extraordinary Dance Memoir [370d]
Searching for (Real?) New Jersey Drones at a Fake Alien-Landing Site [370d]
The Hollywood Slog That Led Adam Scott to “Severance” [370d]
The Professional Health-Insurance-C.E.O. Nagger [370d]
Christmas Recalled, by the Feds [370d]
Andy Cohen Gets His Face (and the Rest of Him) in Wax [370d]
Alice Munro’s Passive Voice [370d]
Briefly Noted Book Reviews [370d]