Behind the scenes of the infamous editrix’s last days at HarperCollins.
Edward Egan did the dirty job he was hired to do with less pain than anyone thought possible. So why can’t his priests wait to get rid of him?
Step right up! Autograph a gen-u-ine steel beam!
Mailer thinks pink.
Waldorf hysteria.
Revved up on Madison.
Over new sidewalk pissoirs.
Senator Hillary Clinton’s disclosure that The Wizard of Oz was one of her three favorite movies set the week’s tone in the Emerald City.
Just in time for Fashion Week: a runway exposé.
Students who came of age during the Bush administration respond to the State of the Union, with help from William Safire and Ted Sorensen.
Super Bowl Sunday is the biggest gambling day of the year. But, one bookie says, the betting business just isn’t the same anymore.
Jeff Zucker probably wouldn’t still have his job if Jack Welch were still running GE, and other postretirement revelations.
What the Hamptons dolphins spectacle said about us.
The new iteration of an elegant pool hall and other winter spots for indoor recreation.
Peter Neville of Tent & Trails.
Store openings this week.
Where to go in South Harlem; housing bargains on CPN.
A punk-inspired jewelry designer heading to sushi lunch with her preschooler.
A rockin’ burger in an unlikely location.
How to make a meatball slider.
Gael Greene reviews Hurapan Kitchen.
Week of Feb. 5, 2007: Dieci, The Tasting Room Wine Bar & Café, Retsina Elliniko Estiatorio, Ostia, and Max.
New York City food news.
There’s hot chocolate, and there’s hot chocolate. Here are the city’s best, in order.
Get out your snowflake sweater and giant après-ski boots—it’s fondue season.
A loft carved out from an old cardboard factory to showcase a splendid personal art collection.
The pros and cons of Jersey’s “Gold Coast”.
Is Donna Karan moving to the financial district?
What prospective buyers thought of 457 West 57th Street, Apartment 1602.
A trio of engaging works premiere at Emerging Artists Theatre’s Triple Threat festival.
When it’s windy and icy, it’s best to look for three strong shows within two blocks.
It’s always a small thrill to be the first to hear a new work—especially when it looks to be genuinely good.
Eighth-grade novelist takes flight.
Simon Hammerstein, would-be impresario of Lower East Side “dinner theater.”
A thriller set in Iraq takes a dull stab at relevancy.
Arguing over Babel and other Oscar controversies.
Paul Weller, underrated icon.
A track-by-track breakdown of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah’s diverse second album.
Q&A with the world-music advocate, sometime filmmaker, indie-rock godfather, and blogger extraordinaire.
A David Spade vehicle that’s the nadir of televised pessimism about marriage.
Don’t imagine you are tuning in to The L Word behind bars. Bad Girls is much better than that.
This thoughtful, earnest, and perhaps a shade too on-the-one-hand, on-the-other mini-series.
Just as your disappointment fades over last fall’s new shows (Standoff), here come the midseason premieres to re-stoke your excitement.
So-so production for a baroquely eloquent Irish play.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Readers sound off on warm weather in New York, artist Dash Snow, inner peace, and more.
