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You don’t need to be on the sand to enjoy these novels. You just need a certain willingness to be swiftly transported.

In their new book, Glennon Doyle, Abby Wambach and Amanda Doyle admit they don’t have the key to happiness. And their podcast audience loves them for it.

In more than a dozen books, he created characters who were obsessed with maps, urban walking, sexual fetishes and Volkswagen Beetles.

An Aquarian Age savant, he was a founder of the artists’ collective USCO, which helped define the 1960s with psychedelic, sensory-overloading installations and performances.

A newly mourning daughter finds an unexpected companion in the beloved films, whose star, a little bear, sets an example of how to live with loss.

In a new collection about New York City, the writer turns his gimlet eye on its icons, its architecture, its hot spots — and its suits. “Clothes matter — especially when you get old,” he says.

Our columnist on the month’s most exciting releases.

On a trip to Colombia to see the Netflix production of “One Hundred Years of Solitude,” a reporter was struck by memories of real places.

He made films, video art and photographs, but was best known as a pioneering art critic and mordant novelist.

From downtown New York, the writer both scrutinized and kept ahead of a turbulent world.