Dear Morning News folks, So Barack Obama fans Kevin Guilfoile and John Warner agree that in a prospective match-up between Hillary Clinton and John McCain, they might well vote for the Republican. Which raises the question: On what basis do they support Obama? Is it just because he’s
Dear TMN, When we got the results of the Iowa caucus, I felt the things I was supposed to feel: excitement, vindication, enthusiasm, and fear. Fear of Mike Huckabee, primarily, but also fear that if the campaign a year ahead of us was to be between a black man from
Dear editors, Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t limited space for headlines the only reason newspapers use commas in place of “and’? If so, a question: Web sites aren’t subject to the same space restrictions, so why do you persist in using them in your daily
Hi, Kate, While I agree there is some weakness “especially apparent in the final third of”Arthur and George, I think you have greatly underestimated and misunderstood an important element of the novel. I refer to your contention that: “It wouldn’t have been so dry had Sir Arthur’s
Hi, Andrew, I enjoyed reading your “Top Ten Albums of 1980” (1979, too), and wanted to add a contender. I’m not flaming—but I remember some of those records and thought of the possibility that you didn’t consider this one: Prince’s “Dirty Mind.” If you’ve never
Dear TMN, Francey Russell’s recitation of American Male archetypes as expressed through cinema is, as usual for The Morning News, outstanding; however, I am puzzled as to how Ms. Russell could omit from her survey one Clinton Eastwood Jr. Not only has Mr. Eastwood been, arguably, the pre-eminent
Dear TMN, Kevin Guilfoile’s further exposure of a story about Bruce Springsteen [article was originally published in 2002-eds.] was certainly intriguing; “everyone knows that a man, shouting at Springsteen, partly inspired the new songs.” Everyone maybe, but not me. Previously I had believed that the inspiration for Springsteen’
Dear TMN, I enjoyed Lauren Frey’s article on cell phones. I must admit that stuck in Cambridge, dealing with Harvard students and their ilk jabbing away while I am in the middle of another monotonous work day, does lead to me going Michael Douglas in Falling Down on them.
After a youth spent in American public schools, I have tried to understand that there is no such thing as a “dumb” question. And yet over and over again, I am forced to confront that in every situation, there are in fact dumb questions. For example, the following, posed by
Rona Jaffe's novel The Best of Everything may have been written in 1958, but its astute portrayal of the joy and grit of New York life rings true even 50 years later. The five very realistic main characters, all young women seeking success in the worlds of publishing
