Resurrected by the Wrath of Liz Smith

In New York, the way we live now, to relinquish or be denied one’s boldface identity, whether in the form of a column mention or a byline, is to incur invisibility or social death (which amount to the same thing). I discovered this when I gave up writing in this space regularly.

On the other Read More

Dominick Dunne Slithers Into New York Rat’s Nest

Contrary to expectations, the evening began on an auspicious note. Arriving somewhat late, I crossed the courtyard of the Villard Houses just as someone came out of the entrance to Le Cirque 2000. I recognized the stumpy, doughy figure of a personage famous in New York publishing, the sort of individual of whom the merest Read More