Last week, The New York Review of Books, the biweekly chronicle of American intellectual life that will turn 45 next year, lost one of its founding editors when Elizabeth Hardwick passed away at the age of 91. It was a deeply sad moment for The Review, which had lost another beloved editor, Barbara Epstein, just Read More
After Barbara Epstein died of lung cancer on Friday, June 16, at the age of 77, it was natural for the large circle of people—many of whom came to know her over four decades of editing The New York Review of Books—to remember her intellectual prowess and her skill as an editor.
Also her bubbly, Read More
I am not worthy. That’s what I was thinking throughout my lunch with Sally Kempton and Betsy Carter, two of the most impressive women I know. One, Betsy, is a longtime friend; the other, Sally, a long-lost friend who, until just about the day of that lunch, had been known for two decades as Swami Read More
Almost everyone knows a sad sack who can’t move on. He’s the
college athlete who’s still wearing his faded championship jacket long after
his brief triumph. The New York Review of
Books is a magazine version of that guy. A cutting-edge publication in the
1960′s, when the street fighters at Elaine’s signed on to the Read More
