Whether you think artificial intelligence is our savior (Hello, Elon!) or Satan itself (Hello to—you know who you are!), Josh Tyrangiel has written just the book for you. AI for Good is an optimistic take on its subject, for sure, but Tyrangiel is no used-car salesman. He knows the dangers and gives us hope by focusing on those folks at places as diverse as the Cleveland Clinic, the I.R.S., the Pentagon, and a high school in Indiana that experimented with A.I. to do useful things and succeeded. AI for Good is prime evidence of what A.I. cannot do: produce a book this wonderfully reported and written with such panache. ($29, simonandschuster.com) —Jim Kelly

Věra Chytilová’s Daisies is a New Wave slumber party: mischievous, candy-colored, and a little dangerous. Released in 1966 when Czechoslovakia was under Soviet influence, the film follows two beguiling women, Marie I and Marie II, who decide that since the world is spoiled, they will be, too. Through gleeful anarchy, a variety of filters, and a kinetic score, the two Maries spoil themselves with sweets, outwit suitors, and desecrate the rituals of fine dining in a glorious climax of rebellion. Chytilová mirrors her characters’ lawless nature through the film’s avant-garde construction, making the form as unruly as its subjects. Beneath the fun, the two Maries radically refuse to be decorative, suggesting multiple political lenses—feminist allegory, Soviet satire, or pure Dadaist chaos. In just over 70 minutes, Daisies touches on it all, making a delectable film that deserves your undivided attention. (hbomax.com) —Eve Eismann

Before Emily in Paris, there was Clare Vivier in Saint-Calais. After graduating from the University of San Francisco in the 90s, the American designer moved to France, where she fell for Thierry Vivier, who would become her husband. Upon returning to the U.S. in 2008, she married California cool with French elegance and founded Clare V., the leather goods company she still helms today. But Vivier continues to spend time in France, namely at her 19th-century château in the Loire Valley. It was while renovating the home that she discovered what had once given it its charm: the vintage patterns of its curtains, linens, and wallpaper. She has now refreshed those patterns in a new collection of light, floral wallpapers and fabrics made with Wallshoppe. With stick-on and traditional options, it’s style and elegance without the laborious Instagram design rabbit hole. (wallshoppe.com) —Jeanne Malle

With cherry blossoms in bloom and warm weather here to stay, it seems New York City has come alive again. This moment may be ephemeral, but Roku Gin has bottled the joy of spring’s fleeting abundance in its new Minori Select edition. The spirit has notes of florals and fruit—a delicate blend of Japanese melon, white peach, ume plum, and yuzu. It’s fresh and vibrant, and its adaptations are endless. (Mule! Spritz! Or purely neat.) Roku’s gins celebrate the Japanese practice of shun, which honors each season and its ingredients at peak perfection—but no judgment if you want to linger in this botanical harmony for a while. ($39.89, house.suntory.com) —Maggie Turner

In 1959, Elizabeth Hardwick surveyed the critical scene and judged it “a puddle of treacle.” Today, that puddle is at a dangerously low ebb. The books pages that made her Sunday mornings “a dismal experience” have now all but disappeared. Even the once mighty Washington Post nixed its section a few months ago. But there are green shoots amid the wasteland. So many new literary magazines have sprouted in the past few years that the Columbia Journalism Review has decreed we are in a “reviewassance.” Of these new, often similarly named publications, my favorite is The Metropolitan Review. Founded in 2025 by Ross Barkan, Lou Bahet, and David Roberts, T.M.R. publishes two to four pieces per week on Substack. This month, they released their first print issue, featuring cover boy Gay Talese. Refreshingly, it’s a magazine with no house style or party line. Just lively, original writing. (metropolitanreview.com) —Ash Carter

“Have a Puffy Summer,” says Moncler, and honestly, who’s arguing? The Italian house is now embracing glossy inflatable flamingos and lobsters, straight out of a Slim Aarons photograph, if he’d swapped martinis for something a bit more playful. At the center of it all is Jamie Dornan in featherlight, brightly hued, warm-weather essentials. Because if there’s one thing Moncler understands, it’s outerwear—even in the summer. Will you be wearing a puffer to the beach? Not likely. But a gossamer jacket tossed over a swimsuit on a breezy evening? Suddenly, it doesn’t sound so far-fetched. (from $900, moncler.com) —Jennifer Noyes