Patrick Leigh Fermor's A Time of Gifts puts you in an 18-year-old's hobnailed boots as he hikes across Europe in 1933 and takes scrupulous, even luscious, notes of his trip. I'm hard-pressed to pick better travel writing than this: Well documented,
Mondovino comes with a caveat: it's endless, meandering, filmed with herky-jerky handling (to the point of making me nauseated), obsessed with industry celebrities, and at times so confusing (including the horribly designed subtitles) you double-check your remote in case there's an "Appendix"
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we offer ways to avoid being kissless on New Year’s Eve.
When people ask me for a book recommendation, wanting a good page-turner, I love to push Michael Malone's Uncivil Seasons. It's the opening segment in his Justin and Cuddy trilogy about two oddly matched detectives in North Carolina, and Malone produces a very rich reality
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we address the great American class divider: Are your tree lights white or colored, or even (gasp) blinking?
Friend of TMN Sam Brown has been making weird, witty, touching drawings for the last five years at Exploding Dog--each drawing inspired by a sentence submitted by a reader--and just in time for the holidays, he's released a book, Thinking of You, with more than 140
New Yorkers like me believe we've got it the best among cities when it comes to dining out, but sadly there's no Big Apple comparison to Edible San Francisco, a homespun, food-nerdy journal for eaters in the Bay Area. Editor Bruce Cole has done a
Students of Ian Frazier, fetch your Visas! How many young writers, humor lovers, Tina Brown haters have heard of Veronica Geng? If only for her piece "Love Trouble Is My Business"--a detective story made of sentences containing the phrases "Mr. Reagan" and "read Proust&
It is sad, but I slobber over my OJex juicer. Compact, sexually alluring, and easy to clean, it makes me orange juice every morning (when I remember to buy oranges), and also provides fresh mixers at cocktail hour. Added bonus: It's heavier than a backhoe but smaller than
Santa Fe is a small city of tourist squeezers wearing expensive belts, with lots of posh restaurants that were ready to sap my wallet. But among the joints I tried, and stands I hit on the street, I loved Maria's New Mexican Kitchen the most for its low-
