A Tale of Two Condés

"[W]hen the current [New Yorker] editor, David Remnick, ordered up a bunch of articles for the magazine’s formidable presidential inauguration issue, some of the reporters drove to Washington and stayed at friends’ houses. Mr. Remnick, who was among those who bunked with a friend in Washington, declined comment, beyond suggesting it was just common sense Read More

Hot Tickets: My Bloody Valentine, The Pretenders, and … Dickens

CONCERTS

If you haven’t heard, My Bloody Valentine are touring again—for the first time in 16 years. It’s nearly impossible to over-state the influence of this London-by-way-of-Ireland quartet on the entirety of independent music. Kevin Shields’ woozy guitar sound on the band’s 1991 album Loveless hangs over every skinny-jean twenty-something with a six-string from Williamsburg Read More

The Two Neil Youngs: Demme’s Film Shows A Saccharine Singer

As you may have noted by now, I like the friction—sometimes comic, sometimes revealing—that results from juxtaposing high-culture and pop-culture references. In part because of the light, or shadow, they cast on each other, in part because of what they share (e.g., Anna Karenina and the fatal love triangles of the tabloids).

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McGrath Does Dickens

“Ed Koch is out of Dickens, and so is Giuliani, in his way,” said screenwriter and director Douglas McGrath. “Bloomberg isn’t, because he is far too colorless. In Dickens, only the heroes are colorless.” It seemed that Mr. McGrath did not consider Mr. Bloomberg a hero. “Joseph Papp would have been Crummles,” he said of Read More

Like Dickens, I’m a Tourist On Withered Ground

The parties I go to are not the sort of affairs where people exchange stock tips or lay the groundwork for insider trading; we’re more likely to compare restaurants and argue over movies and books. But this summer, there has been furtive chortling over bull-market bulimia and each week’s fresh revelation of corporate malfeasance.

With Read More

Karl Marx Had It Right About Greedy Bastards

On a recent weekend, Master Francis and I drifted over to the annual Potato Festival at the Hampton Day School. This should not be confused in readers’ minds with the annual Potatohead Festival, which was simultaneously taking place in East Hampton. This is also known as the Hamptons International Film Festival-a five-day period when pointless Read More