The Wannabes: Giuliani and Pataki

The first-ever Republican convention in New York was supposed to be a showcase for a pair of New Yorkers who are said to have national ambitions: former Mayor Rudolph Giuliani and three-term Governor George Pataki. Both were given key assignments-Mr. Giuliani gave a tone-setting first-night address, while Mr. Pataki had the honor of introducing President Read More

Lord Conrad Black’s Hollinger: A Rat’s Nest

It seems that rarely a week goes by without another revelation about the financial shenanigans of Conrad Black, the former Canadian press mogul whose dishonorable business career has captured the undivided attention of the Securities and Exchange Commission and the angry shareholders of Hollinger International, the publicly traded newspaper conglomerate that Lord Black ran until Read More

Journalists or Hired Flacks?

How much does it cost to buy good will from George Will? And what’s the going rate to get a bucking-up from William F. Buckley? Ask Lord Conrad Black, the embattled media magnate under investigation by the Securities and Exchange Commission and the U.S. Attorney’s office, whose recently published, long-winded, pedantic biography of Franklin Delano Read More

Lord Conrad Black: Arrogance, Pretense and Sleaze

In his tumescent 1,280-page doorstop-worthy biography of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Lord Black, a.k.a. Conrad Black, the former Canadian press magnate, member of the House of Lords and recent C.E.O. of Hollinger International, the disintegrating newspaper conglomerate, gives a little less than one page to the establishment of the Securities and Exchange Commission.

“The Read More

Central Park Turns 150

On July 21, 1853, New York City made the wisest move it has ever made and purchased over 700 acres of swampland. Over the next 16 years, under the guidance of Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux, the swamp was transformed into the magnificent pastoral oasis we know today.

As Central Park celebrates its Read More

Lord Black Starts Climb; Plus: Gifts for Our Time

“Ho, ho, ho! Why, thank’ee, guv’nor!” cried the red-clad figure

as I slipped him a five-spot. Tugging a wintry forelock, he pressed a bit of

paper into my hand. This surprised me. In 50 years of adding my mite to the

Salvation Army’s Christmas haul, I had never before been given a receipt. As I Read More