The cultural critic Lee Siegel is known as something of a terror for his slashing, razor-sharp essays and reviews. His savage eloquence has ticked off a lot of folk, and his not entirely deserved reputation as a hatchet man—news flash: There’s plenty of stuff Lee Siegel likes—has a way of setting people off. In the Read More
The cultural critic Lee Siegel is known as something of a terror for his slashing, razor-sharp essays and reviews. His savage eloquence has ticked off a lot of folk, and his not entirely deserved reputation as a hatchet man—news flash: There’s plenty of stuff Lee Siegel likes—has a way of setting people off. In the Read More
Mellon: An American Life, by David Cannadine. Alfred A. Knopf, 779 pages, $35.
The political wags tell us we’re living in a new Gilded Age, so it’s probably a good time to check in with the old—but be advised that these two biographical whoppers about a pair of industrial Andrews from the first Gilded Age Read More
Mellon: An American Life, by David Cannadine. Alfred A. Knopf, 779 pages, $35.
The political wags tell us we’re living in a new Gilded Age, so it’s probably a good time to check in with the old—but be advised that these two biographical whoppers about a pair of industrial Andrews from the first Read More
In the hurly-burly decades after the Civil War, uptown and downtown, on and off the Bowery and all over Five Points, the New York underworld boasted a roster of real-life shady characters—crooked barkeeps, cops on the take, sundry fences, countless thieves and gangs galore—who could put a Damon Runyon to shame. Over on the West Read More
In the hurly-burly decades after the Civil War, uptown and downtown, on and off the Bowery and all over Five Points, the New York underworld boasted a roster of real-life shady characters—crooked barkeeps, cops on the take, sundry fences, countless thieves and gangs galore—who could put a Damon Runyon to shame. Over on the West Read More
You get a lot of strange reactions when you say you like Los Angeles in New York. A furrowed brow, sometimes a disapproving snort, usually followed by the inevitable comeback that San Francisco is so much better. I don’t get this. Sure, San Francisco is pretty as a postcard, but to me, it’s just the Read More
You get a lot of strange reactions when you say you like Los Angeles in New York. A furrowed brow, sometimes a disapproving snort, usually followed by the inevitable comeback that San Francisco is so much better. I don’t get this. Sure, San Francisco is pretty as a postcard, but to me, it’s just the Read More
