To the Editor:
Enabling cell-phone use on subways ["#@%*! It's Cell On Wheels!", March 19] makes about as much sense as welcoming cigarettes and cigars on board. Noise pollution, to be sure, is less perilous than secondhand smoke, but it is toxic nonetheless. Hell, as Sartre famously observed, is other people, and this is especially Read More
Wednesday 21st
Quelle Daum-age! Gamin personal essayist and Vassar grad Meghan Daum, 30, a kind of literary Meg Ryan (without the Dennis Quaid Russell Crowe baggage), follows a long journalistic tradition (think Walter Kirn or Lily Burana) of people who decide they are simply unable to bear the ambition and money in the big, bad Read More
Promises, Promises: Essays on Psychoanalysis and Literature , by Adam Phillips. Basic Books, 376 pages, $27.50.
Adam Phillips is an unusual man. Until recently, he was principal child psychotherapist at the Charing Cross Hospital in London. This is his eighth book on psychoanalysis. Most of them are collections of essays, published at the rate of Read More
Stranded out on the traffic island between Broadway and Fifth Avenue just north of 23rd Street, the modern sculpture named Skagerrak was awkward and unapproachable. Moved to nearby Madison Square Park, it was jarring and remote.
Now that Skagerrak is about to be moved one more time, however to a place more befitting its style Read More
The life of the takeout-delivery man isn’t an especially glamorous one, what with snow, rain, sadistic motorists and the lousy tippers who greet him once the food safely reaches its destination. Add to these woes a team of muggers who have been preying on the hard-working porters of pork lo mein since January.
According to Read More
Wednesday, March 21
When the world comes to an end–when New York’s skyscrapers snap like breadsticks and tumble to the ground, when the avenues split and spew molten lava, when the rivers surge with blood–you are hereby instructed to watch the news of the apocalypse read by Maurice DuBois, the co-host of the Today in Read More
Atlas, named for the human pillar of the universe (it’s also one of the world’s largest moths), is in a former dentist’s office on the ground floor of a 1940′s apartment building on Central Park South. When I arrived for dinner one evening, white napkins were neatly spread along the bar, each place set with Read More
Robert Mitchum: Baby I Don’t Care , by Lee Server. St. Martin’s Press, 590 pages, $32.50.
It was 1942, and the studios were unsure how to pitch Robert Mitchum to the American public. “He looks kinda mean around the eyes,” said one producer. “Sounds like a gorilla,” suggested another. The teenage readers of Photoplay magazine Read More
Let us now compare and contrast the Dave Matthews Band and Aerosmith. The two groups released albums within a week of each other and now, at press time, both sit at the top of the Billboard album chart. The Dave Matthews Band’s album, Everyday (RCA), which resides at the top of the heap, has already Read More
Midway through our meal at the restaurant Daniel–after the caviar and tiny rosettes of salmon tartar, after the rolled fillets of Portuguese sardines filled with sweet peppers, and after a few glasses of white and red Châteauneuf du Pape–I asked Jean-Louis Palladin what goes through his mind when he is in the kitchen.
Mr. Palladin–the Read More
