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Maybe death preceded the technology. Maybe they would deliver profundity in 140 characters. Maybe it’s David Foster Wallace. We tell who’d they follow into the afterlife.
Endowed with modest talents, I have found it good practice to follow in the footsteps of giants. So in talking and writing (which is talking on the page) about books,...
October’s bounty includes apples, blackberries, and something half brain, half vegetable. On a New York City sidewalk, discovering a fruit for a mastodon.
Every year, brands leverage themselves to monetize potential revenue streams—and this year was no different.
When the recession hit, artists James Tribble and Tracey Mancenido-Tribble took a different kind of road trip: They worked a full year as trained, professional truck drivers, hauling everything from J. Crew items to water bottles in their 18-wheeler.
More than a generation of Americans have been urged to save the Earth. A survey of the current climate and every H.G. Wells-inspired geoengineering project shows it’s time to pray for Homo sapiens.
The allure of an awards show is not the thrill of victory, but rather the anticipation—and of course the potential for a handjob.
I am not a literary statistician or demographer, and am thus unqualified to assess how many women writers’ books the New York Times reviews as opposed to white men writers....
Four digressions about obsession, venom, and life in a famous author’s orbit.
Twitter gives us a lifeline to friends far away and close, to celebrities we don't know but who we admire--to everyone, really. Well, almost everyone. This month's Of Recent Note...
For many sports fans, steroids ruined professional baseball. Luckily, Roger Clemens is pitching a cream-and-clear sitcom to cure their blues.
Maria Ines Manchego’s photographs record an urban landscape more García Lorca than Jane Jacobs. These are orphan images, memories without causes, that we carry with us as we navigate New York—a documentary of a city’s unconscious.
Six months after an earthquake shook Haiti to its core, our woman in Haiti seeks out what lies beneath the rubble and finds a history of violence and striking beauty.
This summer, record highs turned the city into a pressure cooker—and its inhabitants didn’t suffer it mildly. Braving the brimstone to mail a package.
This is the time of year when football, America’s Game, the most insidious video game of all, overtakes large parts of the country’s population, most of whom fall...
Runners run, readers read, and some even do both at the same time. A bookish guide to outpacing your insecurities.
A grandmother’s gift should not be undervalued, especially when it’s delivered from beyond the grave.
A wonderful new book features the work of the Hand Drawn Map Association, a repository of maps ranging from drawings of simple directions to a map by Abraham Lincoln.
If anyone feels the pain of Facebook’s constant privacy updates, it’s marital philanderers. But take the time to calibrate your profile, and you can put all that worry behind you.
Middle school can be tough even if you don’t share your oddly spelled name with the class beauty. A tale of adolescent confusion and metamorphosis.
James Howard Kunstler, author of The Long Emergency and proprietor of the delightful web journal Clusterfuck Nation, is probablybased on his views of the oil peak, suburbia, and America’...
On the run from the kidnappers, the Golem remembers the child he first met when he too was new.
Prisoners garden. Spies garden. Gardening is good for every soul. But a desire to garden doesn’t a gardner make. A story of slaughtering plants.
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week, we partner with the Association for the Betterment of Sex to help three readers with their love quandaries.
Each summer, certain songs are unofficially recognized as those that fill dance floors, roll down windows, and in general get this party started. Our staff and readers recall the best music from their best summers.
An ode to drunk shopping in New York City, regretted investments, and the transformative powers of faux-snakeskin leggings.
Apparently there’s been keening by a number of white women writers that the New York Times disproportionately touts white malesin this case, Jonathan Franzen and his new opus...