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.
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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