Barely two weeks until ToB time. Just saying.
The ToB is nigh. Barely two weeks until this year's Tournament of Books, presented by Field Notes.
Even abstract art must begin with something, Picasso said. A broken Polaroid camera, grinding film through its gears, yields a surprising amount of fleeting beauty.
Is there room for civility in Civil Rights? On the day of Obama’s inauguration, facing down the moment you nearly brought President George W. Bush to task.
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. We step in with some last-minute advice for a reader confused by a Christmas party conundrum: Do friends and family mix?
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we come up with a handy guide—tips, lists, and charts—to choosing wines and playing the connoisseur.
At the rager the chicks come and go, talking about art or something. In time for a hundred hip-hop-hoorays, a frat-boy adapation of T.S. Eliot’s “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”
New York City’s Q Diamond train was retired from service this weekend, and a merry group of mourners held a party for its last ride.
Why is that woman next to you gasping? Oh, dear. You seem to be stepping on her toes. You didn’t even notice, did you?
Most people know that Bruce Springsteen has a new album out. But everyone knows that a man, shouting at Springsteen, partly inspired the new songs.
Fifty years ago, men ordered Manhattans, women drank Mai Tais, and no one brought guns to school. The logic is irrefutable.