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As we near the end of the summer, we can’t help but feel nostalgic for that school-is-back-in-session excitement and the preppy dressing that goes along with it. This sentiment is not one that only we share, either. On the fall 2022 runways, the school spirit could not be missed, from timeless varsity-style jackets at Charles Jeffrey Loverboy to Prada’s pleated skirts, rugby polo shirts from Louis Vuitton, Tory Burch tracksuits, and the perfect polo courtesy of Wales Bonner. Fashion’s new-school take on collegiate prepster dressing is in many parts thanks to designers like Wales Bonner and Gucci, whose collections of retro athletic-inspired attire have brought back all the good things about your vintage school uniform. One of the great things about having a wardrobe of uniform classics is that it requires very little effort to get dressed in the morning—an especially important factor to consider as we begin our post-summer return to the office.

Scholarly style staples traditionally worn by the Ivy League elite—like cable-knit sweaters and logo-emblazoned cardigans—can be found from fashion-favorite brands Miu Miu and Gucci, while jock-approved rugby shirts from Kule and Rowing Blazers are also up for grabs. Autumnal argyles from Marni and Khaite and prep-school plaids from Blazé Milano and Sandro are a few fall patterns to replace your summertime florals and stripes. Sport workout attire with a ’70s flair courtesy of a pair of Adidas x Wales Bonner gym shorts, a Balenciaga cropped hoodie, or a vintage-inspired T-shirt from The Row. Retro sneakers are having a moment, of course, thanks in part to Tory Burch and Loewe.

Embracing your scholarly side has never looked chicer, and this crop of designers seems to think so too. This fall collegiate, preppy dressing takes on a high-fashion twist. Shop our edit of collegiate cardigans, varsity-style jackets, prep-school plaids, and more, below.

Varsity-Style Jackets

Throw on a varsity-style jacket this fall to feel the school spirit. From Saint Laurent to Everlane, these jackets are jock approved.

Saint Laurent Teddy bomber jacket

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Everlane The ReWool varsity bomber jacket

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Thom Browne Milano stitch bomber jacket

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Scotch & Soda varsity bomber jacket

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Off-White Embroidered Patches varsity jacket

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Givenchy cropped embroidered wool bomber jacket

Pleats, Please!

Preppy, pleated school skirts were all over the runways this season, from Prada and Wales Bonner to Miu Miu and Thom Browne. This is one school-uniform style to stock up on.

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Wales Bonner Sitar pleated skirt

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Miu Miu pleated raw-edge cotton low-rise midi skirt

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The Row Vinsky pleated twill midi skirt

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Thom Browne drop back pleated wool skirt

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Prada pleated re-nylon skirt

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Chopova Lowena Ocean pleated cotton midi skirt

Collegiate Cardigans and Cable-Knits

Scholarly style staples like cable-knit sweaters and logo-emblazoned cardigans can be found from fashion-favorite brands Miu Miu and Gucci. Chevron sweaters from Tory Burch and Lacoste feel especially retro.

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Gucci knit cotton v-neck cardigan

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Re/Done 50s v-neck cardigan

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Tory Burch cotton ribbed chevron v-neck sweater

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Lacoste collegiate sweater

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Miu Miu lambswool cardigan

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Prep-School Plaid Blazers

Prep-school plaid is a timeless fall print, and these checked blazers are the perfect return-to-office wardrobe staple. Pair with a pleated skirt to really enforce the schoolgirl style.

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Veronica Beard Oria Dickey checked woven blazer

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Madewell Caldwell double-breasted blazer

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Sandro Jada Windowpane plaid blazer

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Gucci Love Parade checked linen-blend blazer

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Blazé Milano Kaos houndstooth wool-twill suit jacket

Argyle All the Time

Like plaid, argyle is another autumnal pattern to consider when building your fall wardrobe. Think of it as a welcome replacement for your summer florals and stripes.

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Khaite Hana Argyle-intarsia cashmere polo sweater

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Marni long-sleeve argyle cardigan

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Ganni argyle wool-blend sweater vest

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Manors Golf off-white lambswool cardigan

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Miu Miu intarsia knit cashmere sweater

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Purdey argyle cotton vest

The Perfect Knit Polo

Designers like Wales Bonner, Gucci, and Thom Browne have mastered the preppy knit polo. Slouchier in style, these look perfect tucked into a pleated skirt or pant.

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Gucci cotton knit polo top with stripe

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Bottega Veneta striped open-knit cotton-blend polo shirt

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Ralph Lauren cable-knit cotton polo sweater

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Extreme Cashmere No.198 Salamander stretch-cashmere rugby sweater

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Nili Lotan Peyton cotton knit polo sweater

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Thom Browne striped polo shirt

Rugby Rules

At Louis Vuitton’s fall 2022 show, the final looks featured striped rugby shirts tied around the models’ waists. If that’s not a sign to invest in the style, then we don’t know what is.

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Kool The Women’s Rugby shirt

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Everlane The Premium-Weight rugby shirt

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Mackintosh wool knitted rugby shirt

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Rowing Blazers block stripe rugby shirt

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Ralph Lauren striped cropped jersey rugby shirt

Track and Field

Designer tracksuits from Tory Burch, Wales Bonner, and Gucci are elevated versions of your dad’s tracksuits from the ’70s.

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Adidas x Wales Bonner WB recycled-fibre blend track jacket

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Adidas x Wales Bonner WB recycled-fibre blend jersey track pants

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Tory Burch Retroknit track jacket

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Tory Burch Retroknit flare track pants

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Gucci cropped webbing-trimmed printed tech-jersey track jacket

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Gucci webbing-trimmed printed tech-jersey track pants

Recreational Sports

Get physical in any of these retro-inspired workout styles. Gym class never looked so good!

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Miu Miu printed cropped cotton sweatshirt

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Balenciaga women’s Political Campaign shrunk zip-up hoodie

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Adidas x Gucci cotton jersey

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The Row Pomorie two-tone cotton t-shirt

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Adidas x Wales Bonner Logo-embroidered jacquard-knit shorts

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Retro Sneakers

Retro sneakers are having a moment, of course, especially with this navy-and-white style from Tory Burch and Adidas x Gucci’s red velvet Gazelles.

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Adidas x Gucci women’s Gazelle sneakers

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New Balance 2002R mesh and suede trainers

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Loewe Ballet Runner leather and suede sneakers

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Tretorn Nylite Plus sneakers

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Los Angeles Never Felt Like Home. Now They Live in a Redwood Forest.

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Robin Engelman lived in the Los Angeles area for three decades, waiting for a sense of belonging that never came. “I never quite felt at home,” said Dr. Engelman, 56, a psychologist. “I was raised in rural Pennsylvania and wanted a smaller town that was more green and more friendly, with seasons and trees. I wanted to find home.”

Her husband, Tom Engelman, a film producer who has worked on movies including “The Last Samurai” and “Pitch Black,” was born and raised in L.A., but was willing to consider a change. “It was largely driven by Robin, given my lifestyle,” said Mr. Engelman, 62, though he shared her dream of living in a beautiful spot where the surroundings would provide “a daily shock-and-awe experience.”

For years, they daydreamed about real estate and looked at a few houses. Then, in early 2019, on a drive north to visit family in Marin County, they stumbled upon a place in Mill Valley that captivated them. “We hit this grove where we were looking through the trees with the God light,” Mr. Engelman said, describing the way the beams of sunlight sliced through the majestic redwoods.

They saw something else, too: a ramshackle 800-square-foot cabin on a 0.1-acre lot that was for sale. “Robin just said, ‘I’m home,’” Mr. Engelman recalled. “It was over.”

They had little time to inspect the property and weren’t able to get inside before Dr. Engelman had to return to Los Angeles. Nevertheless, they took a big chance and bought it for $836,000.

“It was a leap,” Mr. Engelman said — especially as they both had busy careers in the city and needed to consider their son, Reese, now 13. (They also have two older children who had already moved out.) “I wouldn’t say we are the kind of people who always make leaps like that, but in this particular case, we did.”

They began using the cabin as a second home while they got a feel for the property and planned their next steps. A few months later, they sold their home in Santa Monica and moved into a nearby rental apartment.

“We did find out that the house was old without being historic — and falling down,” Mr. Engelman said, meaning it was ripe to be demolished and replaced. “It allowed me to pursue a dream I’ve had my whole life: to build something with our own vision, from scratch.”

But while they had enthusiasm and experience remodeling homes, neither was an architect. To help realize their vision, they hired Richardson Pribuss Architects, a local firm that had built many modern homes in the area.

When they sat down with Heidi Richardson, a founding partner of the firm, she explained that the footprint of the house would be largely dictated by what was already there. “The site itself determined the shape of things, because we didn’t want to cut down one redwood tree — those are sacred,” Ms. Richardson said. “By the time we obeyed the setbacks and dodged the redwood trees, this was pretty much the shape that was left.”

The resulting two-story, three-bedroom, 1,600-square-foot house is threaded between tree trunks, with windows and decks to take in views near and far. Some of the windows deliberately frame views straight into tree trunks, Mr. Engelman said, “to feel like we’re right there, living with these creatures.”

The longer views out into the forest make the lot feel larger than it is, Ms. Richardson said, describing the concept as “borrowed landscape.”

A circular skylight over the living room — a request from young Reese, after seeing photos of modern homes with circular windows in nearby Sea Ranch — allows you to “look up and see a circle of trees,” Mr. Engelman said. Also, “the light from both the sun and moon travels around the living room floor, day and night.”

To leave tree roots undisturbed, the architects set the house on a slab foundation built up higher than the forest floor. For fire safety, they avoided using wood on the exterior, cladding it instead in cement board and painted metal siding. The decking is made from a composite.

Inside, they used plenty of wood for visual and tactile warmth, including white oak flooring and cabinetry, and a fireplace surround made from charred shou-sugi-ban cedar. In the bathrooms, Porcelanosa tile has the look and feel of hardwood strips.

After the old cottage was demolished in June 2020, it took about a year and a half to build the new house, which was completed in January 2022 at a cost of about $600 a square foot. Although their builder, Hayes & Associates, led the charge, Mr. Engelman threw himself into the project, visiting the site almost every day and laboring alongside his contractors.

“I came out of it with neuropathy in both hands that was just crippling, from using sledgehammers and jackhammers and such,” he said. “I had tennis elbow in both arms. I had shoulder injuries. I was an absolute mess for about six months after construction.”

“But I must say,” Dr. Engelman interjected, “he said it was the happiest time of his life.”

Now that Mr. Engelman has recovered, the couple have had time to fully appreciate what they’ve accomplished. Every morning, Dr. Engelman said, they look out the windows and can hardly believe their eyes: “It’s ridiculously magical.”

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Can This Man Stop Lying?

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Christopher Massimine is trying not to lie.

He’s trying not to lie when his wife asks him whether he has sorted the recycling, or when his mother-in-law’s friend Mary Ann asks whether he liked the baked appetizers she brought over.

He’s trying not to lie to his therapist, who has him on a regimen of cognitive behavioral therapy to help him stop lying. And he’s trying not to lie to me, a reporter who has come to interview him about how a lifetime of lying caught up with him.

This effort began around 15 months ago, when Mr. Massimine resigned from his job as managing director of the Pioneer Theater Company in Salt Lake City after a local journalist reported that he had embellished his résumé with untrue claims.

The résumé, it turned out, was the tip of the iceberg. Over the course of many years, he has since acknowledged, he lied prolifically and elaborately, sometimes without any discernible purpose.

He told friends he had ascended Mount Everest from Tibet (he was actually in a hotel room in Cambodia) and attended Burning Man (on closer examination, his photographs proved to have been taken in Queens.)

He told journalists he was born in Italy. (New Jersey.) He told school friends his birthday was in September. (May.) He told his wife he was having an affair with Kourtney Kardashian. (Not true.)

When his binge of lying was exposed, it left Mr. Massimine’s life in tatters, threatening his marriage and discrediting his early success in the world of New York theater.

He spoke to The New York Times to address what he described as a fundamental misunderstanding: These were not the lies of a calculating con artist, but of a mentally ill person who could not help himself.

He is not the first to suggest that certain kinds of lying are a compulsion. In 1891, the German psychiatrist Anton Delbrück coined the term pseudologia fantastica to describe a group of patients who, to impress others, concocted outlandish fabrications that cast them as heroes or victims.

That argument is advanced in a new book by the psychologists Drew A. Curtis and Christian L. Hart, who propose adding a new diagnosis, Pathological Lying, to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.

Psychiatry, they argue, has long misidentified this subset of patients. Rather than “dark, exploitative, calculating monsters,” they argue, pathological liars are “often suffering from their own behavior and unable to change on their own.” These liars, the psychologists argue, could benefit from behavioral therapies that have worked with stuttering, nail-biting and trichotillomania, a hair-pulling disorder.

Just before his fabrications were exposed, Mr. Massimine checked into a psychiatric hospital, where he was diagnosed with a cluster B personality disorder, a syndrome which can feature deception and attention-seeking. For many of the people close to him, a diagnosis made all the difference.

“He’s not just a liar, he has no control over this,” said his wife, Maggie, 37, who admitted that, at several points, she had considered filing for divorce. “That really was the turning point for me, when I had an understanding of it as an illness.”

Since then, she has thrown herself into the project of helping her husband recover. “It’s similar to Tourette’s,” she said. “You acknowledge that it’s their illness that’s causing them to do this, and it might be a little odd and uncomfortable, but you move past that.”

Maggie remembers, with painful clarity, the day in 2018 when she realized the breadth and depth of her husband’s problem.

“I’m in tibet,” his email said. “Please don’t be mad.”

He had attached a photograph of two men, a Sherpa and a fair-haired alpinist, with Himalayan peaks looming in the background. He had managed to sneak into China with the help of kind Buddhist monks, who led him as far as Everest Camp 2, he told her. “This is Tsomo,” he wrote. “He is awesome and if he comes to the USA you’ll love him.”

Maggie stared at the picture, which he had also posted on Facebook; it didn’t make sense. Mr. Massimine, her husband of five years, had told her he was on vacation in Cambodia. He had not given himself time to acclimate to the elevation of Everest Base Camp; he had no mountaineering experience; he didn’t have a Chinese visa.

“At first, I thought, Why is he posting this when it could get him killed?” she said. “And then, the crazier his posts got, I was like, This isn’t real. None of this is real.”

That weekend, with help from her friend Vanessa, she began a “deep dive,” reviewing all of his Facebook posts and email accounts. She discovered elaborate deceptions — voice impersonators, dummy email accounts, forged correspondences. She was terrified, she said. “Who is this person?” she recalls thinking. “Who did I marry?”

Mr. Massimine is tall, handsome and eager to please. He grew up on a cul-de-sac in Somerset, N.J., the only child of a nurse and an auditor. His flair for theater emerged early — at 10, he wrangled the members of his Cub Scout troop into performing “A Knight’s Tale,” a play he wrote and scored. Family photos show him in costume, a fair-haired boy with fangs, a knight’s armor, an eye patch.

The lying started early, too. He says it began in the second grade, when, nervous about bringing home a B plus in math, he told his parents that he had been invited onto the stage at school to sing a duet with an actor from “The Lion King.”

Lying became a “defense mechanism,” something he did to calm his anxiety, usually without pausing to consider whether he would be believed. “It was just something where I kind of pulled the trigger and hoped for the best,” he said.

In interviews, friends recalled this behavior, which they described as “tall tales” or “embellishments” or “campfire stories.” It never seemed malicious, said Jessica Hollan, 35, who was cast opposite him in a middle school production of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

“It was more just like, you caught a minnow, and then it became a swordfish,” she said.

No one called him out on it, said Lauren Migliore, 34, who got to know him in college. She recalled him as a loyal, affectionate friend but sensitive and needy, “like a little puppy.” “I always thought it came from a place of insecurity,” she said. “I never thought it was worthy of mentioning. It was an attention thing.”

By the time he met Maggie, Mr. Massimine was a successful theater producer with a tendency to extreme workaholism. Co-workers recalled his pulling all-nighters as productions approached, sometimes forgetting to shower or change clothes.

This intensity propelled him upward through the industry; at 29, he was named chief executive of the National Yiddish Theatre Folksbiene, where he laid the groundwork for a runaway hit, a production of “Fiddler on the Roof” in Yiddish.

But it hadn’t been good for the marriage. Now, Maggie understood that her husband’s work habits were not her only problem. They separated for a few months. Then she softened — maybe, she told herself, he was lying because she made him feel inadequate — and they got back together. He started therapy and went on an antidepressant medication.

They spent months sifting through everything he had ever told her about his life, “just figuring out fact from fiction,” she said.

In 2010, when researchers from Michigan State University set out to calculate how often Americans lied, they found that the distribution was extremely skewed.

Sixty percent of respondents reported telling no lies at all in the preceding 24 hours; another 24 percent reported telling one or two. But the overall average was 1.65 because, it turned out, a small group of people lied a lot.

This “small group of prolific liars,” as the researchers termed it, constituted around 5.3 percent of the population but told half the reported lies, an average of 15 per day. Some were in professions, like retail or politics, that compelled them to lie. But others lied in a way that had no clear rationale.

This was the group that interested Dr. Curtis and Dr. Hart. Unlike earlier researchers, who had gathered data from a criminal population, the two psychologists set about finding liars in the general public, recruiting from online mental health forums. From this group — found “in mundane, everyday corners of life,” as Dr. Hart put it — they pieced together a psychological profile.

These liars were, as a whole, needy and eager for social approval. When their lies were discovered, they lost friends or jobs, which was painful. One thing they did not have, for the most part, was criminal history or legal problems. On the contrary, many were plagued by guilt and remorse. “I know my lying is toxic, and I am trying to get help,” one said.

This profile did not line up with the usual psychiatric view of liars, who are often diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder, a group seen as manipulative and calculating. This misidentification, the authors argue, has led to a lack of research into treatments and a general pessimism that habitual liars are capable of change.

For Vironika Wilde, 34, a writer whose first-person account is referenced in the book, it was possible to stop. She started lying as a teenager, a “chubby immigrant girl who spoke with an accent,” hoping to win sympathy with over-the-top stories of a drive-by shooting or a fall from a roof. Over time, though, keeping track of the lies became stressful and complicated. And as she developed deeper relationships, friends began calling her bluff.

In her 20s, she stopped by imposing a rigid discipline on herself, meticulously correcting herself every time she told a lie. She looked for new ways to receive empathy, writing and performing poetry about traumatic experiences in her past. Telling the truth felt good. “You still have these internal mechanisms saying something is off,” said Ms. Wilde, who lives in Toronto. “That is what makes it so relieving to stop. Those pangs of guilt, they go away.”

But she was never able to coach other compulsive liars through the process. Several approached her, but she could not get past a few sessions and was never convinced that they were ready to change. “I had the impression,” she said, “that they were trying to avoid negative consequences.”

This was a common observation among researchers who have spent time with prolific liars: That it was difficult to build functioning relationships.

“You can’t trust them, but you find yourself getting sucked into trusting them because, otherwise, you can’t talk to them,” said Timothy R. Levine, a professor at the University of Alabama Birmingham who has published widely on deception.

“Once you can’t take people at their word, communication loses all its functionality, and you get stuck in this horrible place,” he said. “It puts you in this untenable situation.”

In October 2019, the year after the Tibet lie fell apart, Mr. Massimine called Maggie in a state of breathless excitement. There was news: He had won a Humanitarian of the Year Award, from a group called the National Performing Arts Action Association.

The couple had just moved to Salt Lake City, where he had been named managing director of the Pioneer Theater Company at the University of Utah. Things weren’t going well at work, where, as he put it, “the people who were supposed to be listening to me weren’t listening to me.” Once again, he found himself pulling all-nighters, lashing out at interruptions from Maggie, who was pregnant.

Aggrieved and raw, he reached for an old solution. It was a deception that went beyond what he had done in the past, and he needed Maggie to back him up. “I felt like, you know, this was a very big lie, and I want to make sure I got everyone on board, so that it feels like it’s a real thing,” he said.

Maggie was, frankly, dubious. But then he flew to Washington for two days, coming back with a medal and photos that appeared to show him at a White House podium. “I was like, OK, I guess he really did get this award,” she said. “Like, he came back, and he’s got an award.”

His new co-workers were keeping closer track. In his first month on the job, he asked colleagues to secure him a last-minute observer pass to a U.N. conference, then claimed that he had been a keynote presenter, said Kirsten Park, then the theater’s director of marketing. It seemed like an “enormous exaggeration,” but then again, it was theater, she said: “Everybody expects a little bit of fluff.”

She watched him giving interviews to reporters and describing a career of dazzling breadth and achievement. When he brought Ms. Park a news release announcing his Humanitarian Award, she searched for the organization, then the award, online, and found nothing.

“I absolutely thought it was a lie,” she said, but hesitated to report her doubts to superiors. When he flew to Washington to collect the award at the university’s expense, she doubted herself. “Maybe the only worse thing than lying is accusing someone of lying who hasn’t.”

Mr. Massimine’s behavior became harder to ignore in 2021. He began posting amateurishly written articles — he now admits paying for them — that described him in even more grandiose terms: He had been a vice chair of MENSA International, a consultant to Aretha Franklin and a minority owner of a diamond company. Even friends, watching from a distance, wondered what was going on.

“I didn’t think half the stuff in it was real,” recalled Jill Goldstein, who worked with Mr. Massimine at the Folksbiene.

Then it all blew up. In a painful conversation with university officials, Mr. Massimine learned that a group of staff members from the theater had filed a grievance about him, alleging mismanagement and absenteeism, and that a reporter from the local FOX affiliate was preparing an exposé on his fabrications.

Looking back at this period, Mr. Massimine did not sound particularly remorseful, but instead indignant toward his co-workers: “The audacity that, you know, these employees who have just been fighting me and fighting and fighting and fighting and fighting. And I have been trying to work with them because I had no other choices.” That realization, he said, “sent me into a complete breakdown spiral.”

Maggie recalls these days as the scariest she has ever lived through. She was so afraid he would hurt himself, she said, that she stood in the door when he used the toilet. Finally, she drove Mr. Massimine to the university hospital’s psychiatric institute, where he checked in for the first of three brief stays.

Once again, she found herself at home alone, reviewing thousands of her husband’s emails.

“I called my best friend, Vanessa, and I was just like, ‘He did it again,’” she said.

Dr. Jordan W. Merrill, a psychiatrist who treated Mr. Massimine in Utah that year, recalled him as exceptionally fragile during the weeks that followed.

“There are times, as a psychiatrist, we have patients where we really worry we’re going to get a phone call the next morning that they are dead,” he said. “There was a period that he was that person.”

Lying had not previously been a focus of Mr. Massimine’s psychiatric treatment, but now, the doctors swung their attention to it. Dr. Merrill described Mr. Massimine’s fabrications as “benign lying,” which functioned mainly as “a protection of his internal fragility.”

“It’s not seeking to take something from you, it’s about just trying to cope,” Dr. Merrill said. “I don’t know if they know they’re doing it. It becomes reinforced so many times that this is just the way one navigates the world.”

For Maggie, the diagnosis made all the difference. Mr. Massimine’s doctors, she recalled, “sent me to psychology websites and really walked me through it so I could have a better understanding.” As she came to see his actions as symptoms of an illness, her anger at him drained away.

The diagnosis also mattered to his employer. Mr. Massimine negotiated a $175,000 settlement with the University of Utah in which neither party acknowledged wrongdoing, according to The Salt Lake Tribune, which acquired the agreement through a records request. Christopher Nelson, a university spokesman, confirmed Mr. Massimine’s resignation but declined to comment further.

The Massimines sold their large Victorian house in Salt Lake City and moved in with Maggie’s parents in Queens.

These days, Mr. Massimine meets weekly with a therapist, unpacking the moments when he felt a strong urge to fabricate. He says he quiets the urges by writing, posting often on social media. When he finds himself on the edge of a group of people swapping stories, he steels himself, takes deep breaths and tries to stay silent.

Now that some time has passed, he and Maggie can laugh about the more ridiculous episodes — “I called my general manager and I was like, I can’t talk very long, I’m on Mount Everest” — and that is a relief. The effort of keeping track of lies had become a mental strain, “a million different things in my brain that didn’t need to be there.”

“I want to change,” he said. “I don’t want to be doing this for the rest of my life. It’s taken a toll on my memory. It’s taken a toll on my character.”

Recently, the Massimines closed on a modest three-bedroom house in Hamilton Beach, a middle-class neighborhood in Queens overlooking Jamaica Bay. It’s a long way from the world of theater and the life they had envisioned when they went on their first date, at Sardi’s.

Maggie is OK with that. Given his problem with fabrication, sending him back into the world of show business would be “like telling an alcoholic to become a bartender.”

Early this month, as he watched their 20-month-old son, Bowie, kick a soccer ball across their narrow back yard, Mr. Massimine seemed impossibly far from that old world. He spoke, a little wistfully, about the fictional Chris, the one he has had to relinquish.

“There was this wonderful character of me, and he did things nobody else could do,” he said. “In some ways, I’m sad to see him go.”

This fall, Mr. Massimine made his first tentative re-entry into the public eye, publishing a column in Newsweek that attempted to explain his lying.

“As part of my diagnosis, when I am in mental distress, I create fabrications to help build myself up, since that self-esteem by itself doesn’t exist,” he wrote. “I compensated in the only way I knew how to: I created my own reality, and eventually that spilled into my work.”

The column, which ran under the headline “I Was Canceled, It Turned My Life Upside Down,” portrayed him as a victim of office politics and online trolls. Judging by the comments written anonymously, it did not win him the sympathy of many readers.

“He made up and accepted a humanitarian award that DOES NOT EXIST,” one wrote. Another asked: “As a confirmed liar writing about how you lied, why would we expect any of this to be true?”

Ms. Goldstein, a friend, said she admired Mr. Massimine for pushing the limit of the kinds of mental illnesses that are discussed publicly.

“Some of them are still in the closet, and this is one of them,” she said. “Compulsive lying, that’s not something that’s out and open. That’s not acceptable. That’s considered wrong.”

Other associates were less forgiving. Ms. Park, who worked for Mr. Massimine in Utah, was one of the few former co-workers willing to comment on the record.

“I have no doubt that Chris struggles with mental health,” she said. “Nearly everyone did in 2020. But lying is still a choice. The urge to lie doesn’t mean you have to. Moreover, knowing this about yourself, continuing to lie and then not disclosing it is also a choice.”

She noted that he had secured a competitive, well-paid position in Salt Lake City with a résumé that falsely claimed that he had a master’s degree and that he was a two-time Tony Award nominee, among other things.

“If this is a characteristic of his illness as he has said, he has clearly been able to use it to his advantage to gain prestige, position and pay,” she said.

Even friends wondered whether his public discussion of his mental illness was disingenuous, a form of reputation management. “A redemption arc,” as Ms. Hollan, his friend from middle school, put it.

“I want him to get better,” she said. “I love him to death. But at the same time I don’t know how much of what he’s saying is actually true.”

The diagnosis will not resolve this problem. For much of recorded history, lying has been counted among the gravest of human acts.

This is not because of the damage done by particular lies, but because of what lying does to relationships. To depend on a liar sets you on queasy, uncertain ground, like putting weight on an ankle you know is broken. “You are always hurting another person with that kind of behavior,” Ms. Wilde said.

As I reported this article, Mr. Massimine regularly checked in with me to report his progress at avoiding lies, a streak that eventually extended to nine weeks. He felt good about sharing his story, reasoning, “If there are 100 people who think I’m full of shit, but one person it does help, that’s enough.”

But on my last visit, when Mr. Massimine had stepped out for a walk, Maggie sat with me at the kitchen counter and listed things in the Newsweek column that she thought he had exaggerated to make himself look better.

“Embellishments,” she called them, like saying he was doing “townwide construction work” when he had actually helped his father-in-law dig a hole for a neighbor’s cesspool.

“I worry about his conversation with his therapist,” she told me. “I’m like, are you being honest with your therapist? Are you telling them everything?”

She tries to keep up with everything he has been posting on social media, but she has a job, and he writes so much. Maggie sounded tired.

“I am not confident that he has totally stopped,” she said. “I can obviously not watch him all the time.”

While we were talking, Mr. Massimine returned home from his walk and settled on the couch, listening.

“I disagree,” he said. “I think I’ve been good.”

Rebecca Ritzel and Alain Delaqueriere contributed reporting.

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From the title of Heather Radke’s new book “Butts: A Backstory,” and its cover image of a ripe, callipygian peach, one might expect a book of provocative photos, or perhaps a chronicle of a personal fetish. But “Butts” is in fact a carefully researched and reported work of cultural history.

The blunt word choice for the title was intentional.

“You feel the sanitization in a word like ‘buttocks’,” said Ms. Radke, who has long, wavy dark hair and, on a Friday in October, was wearing a black linen jumpsuit and a black velvet blazer with Chelsea boots and blue socks.

She looked like a cool Brooklyn mom, which she is. Ms. Radke, 39, had a baby over the summer, and this was one of her first times venturing out without her child since giving birth. She had come to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in search of butts.

Ms. Radke walked from the Great Hall through the wings of Greek and Roman art. She almost immediately spotted a marble female figure from 4500 B.C. that resembled the voluptuous figure of the famed Venus of Willendorf. “We think of them as fertility sculptures, but we don’t really know — it’s tempting to see these things and use our contemporary lens about what they mean,” she said.

The book, which will be published by Avid Reader Press on Tuesday, makes the case that rear ends can tell us a lot about society. “Talking about women’s butts,” she writes, “has, for at least two centuries, been a way to talk about, and around, questions of race, gender, and what bodies mean.”

Ms. Radke catalogs freak shows in 19th-century London, visits natural history museums in Paris and attends drag performances in the Astoria neighborhood of Queens. She writes about the importance of famous derrières on stars of the past and present, such as Josephine Baker or Jennifer Lopez, arguing that the shape of their behinds influenced what men desired and what women aspired to. She also makes the case that the fascination with those women’s shapes reflected the changing demographics and culture of 1920s Paris and 1990s America.

Ms. Radke also profiles lesser-known but still important figures in the world of butts, like Lindsay Wagner, the most in-demand fit model for denim in the garment industry, and Greg Smithey, who created the “Buns of Steel” workouts in the 1980s.

Ms. Radke, who is a contributing editor at Radiolab, got the idea for the book in 2015, when she was in a nonfiction M.F.A. program at Columbia University, writing an essay on posteriors for a class taught by the writer Hilton Als.

As Ms. Radke went deeper into her research, she realized how vast the topic was. “The reaction I get a lot is, can you really write a whole book on that?” she said. “It feels like it’s not worth taking seriously, which suggests there’s something there worth exploring.”

Rear ends — larger ones in particular — have been a fixation in contemporary culture for more than a decade. Ms. Radke pinpoints 2014 as the peak of the mainstream media’s obsession, thanks to phenomena like “belfies” (a.k.a. butt selfies) and Nicki Minaj’s song “Anaconda.” The moment nonetheless persists, thanks to the enduring popularity of twerking, Brazilian butt lifts (or Brazilian Bum Bum Cream for those who don’t want to risk it, or can’t afford one), and the endless fascination with the changing sizes of the Kardashian-Jenner clan’s bottoms.

Ms. Radke stopped at a Hellenistic male sculpture that looked like something from the opening credits of “Call Me By Your Name.”

“For Greek or ancient people,” she said, “a good butt was associated with men.”

She largely grounds “Butts: A Backstory” in the female experience, however, including her own, and that of her mother, whom she interviewed. She writes of her mom’s “ample butt that filled out any pair of pants.” Her mother was ashamed of it, and as Ms. Radke became an adolescent, she wasn’t fond of her own either.

Ms. Radke, who is white, acknowledged that the cultural norms for rear ends varied by race and ethnicity and that the expectations around butts were fraught for different reasons. She was aware of her own limitations — “I only have the body and experience I have,” she said — so she sought input from many readers on the manuscript.

She also interviewed with women and nonbinary people from different backgrounds about their feelings about their own butts.

“I spoke to women who loved their butts, and those who hated their butts, but one of the things I heard most often was how hard it is to find pants that fit, no matter what kind of body a person has,” she said.

And she dealt with race head on in her research.

“Eugenicists were obsessed with ordering bodies, and so I figured they probably had something to say about women’s butts,” she said.

This led her to Norma and Normman, two white marble statues created by a scientist and a gynecologist in the 1940s, “physical manifestations of what eugenicists thought the people of America should aspire to be,” she writes. Norma’s measurements were culled from a data set that was taken only from white women.

After the Greeks and Romans, Ms. Radke headed for the European paintings galleries, in search of 19th-century art.

One of the main narrative threads of Ms. Radke’s book is the brief and brutal life of Sarah Baartman, the so-called Hottentot Venus, a woman from the Khoikhoi tribe in rural southwestern Africa who was born in the 1770s, captured by the Dutch at age 10, and later sold to a free Black man in Cape Town. She was forced to perform for sailors, showing off her pronounced butt, and was eventually taken to England and then France and exhibited as part of a freak show and in cartoons until her death in 1815, at just 26. Ms. Baartman’s figure implied a kind of racialized hypersexuality to 19th-century gawkers.

Ms. Radke walked briskly to the pointillist painter Georges Seurat’s most famous work, “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte,” from the late 1880s. It prominently features a white woman standing in silhouette, with a bustle. In her book, Ms. Radke explores whether the popularity of the bustle in 19th-century women’s garments could have had something to do with the influence of Ms. Baartman. “It was a way for a Victorian woman to make her butt look like Sarah Baartman’s,” Ms. Radke said.

On her way past the American Wing, she stopped at an exhibit called “Kimono Style.” Ms. Radke pointed to a dress inspired by the kimono’s shape from the French couturier Madeleine Vionnet from 1917. That was when the bustle was coming out of fashion, “but there was another form of constraint starting in the ’20s — a much larger emphasis on diet and weight,” Ms. Radke said, and a slender figure.

The ideal size for a bottom is always changing, Ms. Radke pointed out, adding that the thinner frames of Kim Kardashian and other celebrities right now may foretell a return to a smaller butt in fashion.

She walked past Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec’s paintings of late 19th-century sex workers and his naturalistic renderings of their butts and thighs. She read aloud the description: “Lautrec does not flatter a woman’s naked figure.” She interjected her own commentary: “Way harsh!”

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