Opinion

What to do about submissions that appear to be the product of artificial intelligence, rather than an original work by a real person?

When representing your home country isn’t so easy.

The idea of a men’s book club, but for films, ticked a lot of boxes: manageable time commitment for a perfectly masculine activity in which plot structure and technique were front and center. Thus was born the GODAWFUL Film Society.

Say what you will about the Bad Bunny Super Bowl halftime show, it was one hell of a lesson on the span of time.

The Ladies Village Improvement Society may be to blame for my psychological impulse to imagine each incoming “mail piece” as a potential present from some secret admirer or perhaps a fan letter with an enclosed hundred-dollar bill.

In the same spirit as his assault on America’s research institutions, President Trump is gunning for our libraries and museums.

Precious minutes can be lost if a house is aflame and firefighters have to scramble to find hydrants and then dig them out as the flames rise.

“Wonder Man” on Disney+ succeeds with an unlikely friendship between two struggling actors compromised in different ways.

My crash course introduction to my mother’s imaginary world began with a home visit to plan her surprise 90th birthday party.

Fallen houses have always drawn crowds.

Dr. Russell Hurlburt’s tests reveal that about 30 to 50 percent of people regularly talk to themselves silently.

It may be snowy February, but people are starting to notice an East Hampton Village plan to extend its daytime ban on pets and vehicles on the beach to Columbus Day.

Norms change. And it’s time for a norm change around gas leaf blowers.

Hints of blue in a drift of snow? It’s a sign that a rare “real winter” has hit the South Fork.

Memorializing the former Swamp disco and Annex restaurant site on a 1.1-acre highway parcel in Wainscott is a misguided idea.

The 40-acre Montauk property known to surfers and surfcasters as the Ranch is a priority for preservation.

The Trump administration checks all the boxes on a list of fascist tendencies.

My lack of anything interesting to tell you this week makes me worried that I will soon be treating you to repeated columns about the bird feeder.

As an editor in the Vogue features department, I was never in the position of making aesthetic decisions about clothing, accessories, makeup, or shoes, but I did exert my opinions about language.

The E.P.A. has stopped estimating the dollar value of lives saved in the cost-benefit analyses for new pollution rules.

In the N.F.L., the wrong people tend to get shown the door.

America’s most intense crucible was, of course, the Civil War. Now we have been plunged into another period of national testing, and it is by no means certain that our political system will survive.

Do we really think that Pete Hegseth has ever read a book?

Looking ahead toward the summer of 2026, there are some substantial and fascinating semiquincentennial events on the horizon.

There’s good news and there’s bad news for passengers on the Long Island Rail Road.

When even a diminished public radio landscape drives you near to insane.

I have found that the biggest challenge of all is to make sense of what it means to find myself in the midst of middle-old age.

After we posted a story about a vigil here for Renee Good, quite a few of the accounts that attacked her, The Star, or liberals in general I knew from around town. Their anger surprised me in its intensity.

Wiping out variety and multiplicity — in any form, culturally or environmentally, through globalization or technology — is never healthy.

The United States House of Representatives should impeach President Trump and the Senate should convict him.