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It's the 2023 Tournament of Books, presented by Field Notes! And it's finals week! Dig in!
The U.S. has many problems right now, but its deadliest threat can grow to three feet long: the Chinese Snakehead. Our reporter goes deep undercover to get the government’s reaction to a meat-eating snake.
You may think that etiquette doesn’t matter, that grapefruit spoons are for sissies and no one should hold the door anymore. Think again, jerk.
In case you haven’t heard, everyone is moving to Brooklyn. Not everyone, though, has an SUV. Departing the Lower East Side for quiet living, with the aid of Russian warlords.
A friend recently asked me to describe some of my dreams in an email for him to analyze. For the sake of full-disclosure (wait there buddy boy, what full-disclosure? No...
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we give advice on nutrition and exercise, topics we know everything about.
The 30th anniversary of the release of David Bowie’s glam-rock magnum opusand the album that defined the genreis commemorated with this two-disc special edition, released last week....
The proposed designs for downtown Manhattan are roundly disappointing, particularly for their lack of imagination. How about some tulip poplars?
Writer and firebrand Andrew Sullivan on acting Shakespeare, his reverence for Margaret Thatcher, and the difference between essay-writing and blogging.
He’s truly one of the most influential and innovative figures in modern music. He’s been around a long time and left for dead more than once. And now he’s back. Our writer traces a life in music.
Good friends bring out the best in us. Bad friends bring out the instincts that can lead to years in prison. Our writer remembers the girl she almost stabbed.
Toleration is necessary for living in an apartment building, even if your neighbor isn’t of sound mind and humor. How a neighbor’s problems can swiftly become your own.
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we negotiate why girls are the way they are. And we’ve got proof.
Wad Gets Shirt.
Dork Gets Shirt.
Falling in love is no joking matter; falling in love with your best friend’s girl is ass-whuppin’ time. Our writers recall the woman that came between them.
Full-throttle, straight-up Rock and Roll. Blow-your-mind, wreck-your-house Rock and Roll. This is Rock and Roll. At least, what we think of when we say ‘Rock and Roll’ these days. That’...
Boredom, adventure, and mischief. Our writer remembers a past knee-deep in cockroaches, waist-high in foiled plans, and up to its neck in it and more.
Four TMN writers get their paws on something and give their reviews. This time it’s an album from Chicago band Exo, selected by Kevin Guilfoile.
A few pictures taken at the Bastille Day festival in Boreum Hill where we arrived ten minutes too late to play pétanque (they wouldn’t bend the rules for...
Americans love a criminal, with style. Just look at the press’s recent fawning over dead mob-boss John Gotti. Unfortunately, Sarah Brown’s life of crime has been completely lame.
I am not very athletic. I’m currently learning how to play basketball, a sport my fiancée and her entire family are very good at. (They favor college basketball,...
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we explore the history of Johosafat, and how to go through life when you share the same name as your lover.
New York City researcher and enthusiast Kevin Walsh, the man behind the mysteries of forgotten-ny.com, gives tips on all things Gotham.
We know about the shredded documents, the shadow holding companies, the financial improprietiesbut that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Investigator Claire Zulkey gives you the real dirt on the dirty dealings.
Sonic Youth’s new albumtheir sixteenthis named after the block in Lower Manhattan where their studio is located. Murray Street is also where a jet engine landed on...
Central Park is a lot of things: the pastoral center of New York City, a relaxing stroll on a Saturday afternoon, a patch of grass lined with horse manure. It’s also home to a minimum-security prison.
It’s always had the headlines. That was how it started. That was really why it started. And, naturally, it had to have a nice design. Blogger was our first...
Do you see that detritus in your inbox as fodder for verse? No? Then meet the Spam Poet, who takes everyday junk mail and turns stink into stanza. KEVIN GUILFOILE waxes poetically.