If you find yourself equally at home in the West Village as in the Wild West, Bolola is for you. Founded by luxury-fashion veterans Martha Merriam and Lauren Traupman Raphael, the New York–based jeweler offers a sophisticated take on the bolo tie. It’s polished, playful, and has just the right amount of shine, with real gemstones and lab-grown diamonds. We love the Joanna with garnet, amethyst, and citrine. ($825, bololanyc.com) —Rachel LeSage

There is no shortage of accounts detailing the centuries-old conflict between Ukraine and Russia, but few are as affecting (and succinct!) as A Brief History of a Long War. It’s a splendid graphic chronicle that both places the reader in the middle of the brutal present and stretches back to the 10th century, during the reign of Prince Volodymyr, when Kyiv was the capital of one of the biggest states of medieval Europe. With commentary by Mariam Naiem and shaded pencil drawings by Yulia Vus and Ivan Kypibida, readers will understand Putin’s invasion is only the latest effort to subjugate Ukraine and why a population that has been starved and persecuted for so much of the 20th and 21st centuries remains so bravely resilient today. ($19, amazon.com) —Jim Kelly

The dead of winter calls for a hearty steak house. And Crane Club, in New York’s West Chelsea, is both a reliable go-to and an indulgence. The 24,000-square-foot dining room is, in a word, grandiose, with high ceilings, velvet curtains, and cushioned seating. Yet the acoustics still allow for actual conversation (a very important but rare occurrence these days). The menu is polished but cozy, with a sprawling raw bar and a mouthwatering assortment of homemade biscuits and breads—admittedly, my favorite part. The wine list is equally impressive, and there is a surplus of excellent no-alcohol cocktail selections. It’s a reliable choice for a special night out, and if you play a quiet game of I spy, you’re likely to spot a few familiar faces. (taogroup.com) —Merritt Johnson

Seth Harp’s The Fort Bragg Cartel is the most mind-blowing piece of investigative journalism I’ve read since Tom O’Neill’s 2019 Chaos: Charles Manson, the CIA, and the Secret History of the Sixties. Five years ago, two bullet-sprayed bodies were found in a patch of forest within the 251 square miles of Fort Bragg, the mammoth military base in North Carolina where U.S. Army Special Operations Command is headquartered. This unsolved double homicide of Delta Force member Master Sergeant William “Billy” Lavigne and Chief Warrant Officer Timothy Dumas, of the Special Forces, serves as the nucleus for Harp’s deep dive into the rampant violence, suicide, murder, drug trafficking, and jaw-dropping impunity within the American military during the global war on terror. It’s an upsetting yet propulsive, novelistic read, and HBO won a bidding war for the rights. ($30, penguinrandomhouse.com) —Spike Carter

The Zeitgeist of 1969—Apollo 11, Stonewall, Woodstock, Charles Manson, Sesame Street, the Vietnam War—is perhaps best captured in a movie about strange bedfellows. Directed by Paul Mazursky, with an original score by Quincy Jones and cinematography by Charles Lang, the Academy Award–nominated classic Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice shows hippy-dippy couple Bob (Robert Culp) and his wife, Carol (Natalie Wood), introduce radical honesty and sexual liberation to their straight-laced friends Ted (Elliott Gould) and Alice (Dyan Cannon). What follows is equal parts satire and social commentary, culminating in a fourth-wall break where strangers come together—think “We Are the World” or 1971’s “Buy the World a Coke,” except the song is Burt Bacharach and Hal David’s “What the World Needs Now Is Love.” A lesson still worth repeating. (amazon.com) —Carolina de Armas

The up-and-coming Dutch-British musician who went by the pseudonym “Someone” is finally, nine years later, renouncing anonymity. Tessa Rose Jackson is going by her full name for what is arguably her best and most intimate record yet. Using its titular guiding light to navigate through loss in her family, Jackson says, “It’s an album about death, but not in a really depressing way.” The result? A rebirth, a dreamy mixture of Mac DeMarco lo-fi, Fleetwood Mac folk-rock, and a buttery yet ethereal voice somewhere between Norah Jones and Kate Bush. We have the song “Dawn” on repeat. (spotify.com) —Maggie Turner