Brooklyn Do or Die
Money magazine posted a slideshow today of the 10 “Best” Big-City Neighborhoods” in America, based on who knows what algorithm. (But if we had to guess from the city bios written by the staff, it has something to do with the crime rate divided by the number of coffeeshops and/or farmers markets per square foot. Also, pre-schools.)
And holy moly, look at that first neighborhood on the list! Why, it’s nowhere but Park Slope! And its contribution to Brooklyn being the second most expensive city in the country, it turns out the Slope is actually less aspirational to live in than three other “best” big-city neighborhoods! Go team!
A consultant’s report released today by the city’s Campaign Finance Board suggests the problems with City Comptroller John Liu’s mayoral campaign may have extended far beyond the findings of a federal investigation that resulted in the convictions of a fund-raiser and the campaign’s former treasurer.
Poor Little Rich Boy
First the privileged children of New York couldn’t safely traverse cobblestones. Now, they don’t know how to share their crayons, either.
Posh New Yorkers with bloated wallets and no shortage of ways to empty them have begun paying $400-an-hour “recreation experts” to teach their little ones to socialize during monitored play-dates, Read More
Has everyone read Melena Ryzik’s crackerjack profile of prolific actor Sir Michael Caine in The New York Times? It’s pretty great! He explains his “eye trick” for looking at both a camera and subject simultaneously, the weird back-story he made up for Alfred in Nolan’s Batman series (though it’s pretty inconsistent, since he talks about Bruce Wayne meeting Alfred in a military mess hall, when we all KNOW that Alfred has been with the Wayne family since before Bruce was born, no d’uh), and how he slept with all of Hollywood and everything before falling for his wife after seeing her in a commercial for Maxwell Coffee.
But there was one specific quote of Caine’s, seemingly benign, that made us believe both he and the Times were in on the most famous joke about the actor.
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
We received a press release yesterday heralding the release of a new film. It read: “740 Park, the bestseller by Michael Gross, becomes Park Avenue: Money, Power and the American Dream.”
This struck us as odd because we had, in fact, heard about this documentary before, but described in a very different way: the famed building would be used as a foil for Park Avenue in the South Bronx, as a means of discussing income inequality in America. This had seemed to us like a very good idea. Not that we wouldn’t also like to see Michael Gross’s engaging social history become a movie (or an inspired-by Dallas-style TV show that would blow 666 Park and its many real estate inaccuracies out of the water), but that would be a very different movie indeed.
This was, of course, the same movie we had heard about, a movie that is described more accurately and evenhandedly, we discovered through some extensive googling, on the Independent Television Service website. But back to that first release and how its spin got under our skin.
Jed Hartman has just been named group publisher of news and business at Time Inc. He will oversee ad sales and marketing at Time, TIME.com, Fortune, FORTUNE.com, Money and CNNMoney.com. Mr. Hartman has been the publisher of Fortune and CNNMoney.com for the past two years. Before that, Mr. Hartman was the publisher of The Week.
A mediocre book by Martin Amis is better than most books by anyone else, but unfortunately, a bad book by Martin Amis is just as bad as any other bad book. And Lionel Asbo (Knopf, 255 pp. $25.95) is a bad book.
The mention on the cover of Mr. Amis’s previous masterworks—Money and London Fields—does Lionel Asbo no favors by calling to mind its better-realized predecessors. As in those books, the protagonist is a morally bankrupt, misogynistic menace to society—which for Mr. Amis is a promising start. Unfortunately, Asbo reads like a first draft of an Amis novel, before the linguistic pyrotechnics, trenchant wit and cosmopolitan insight have made it in.
HANDY GUIDES TO IMPORTANT THINGS
If you are a sentient human being, you have no doubt heard by now that tonight the New York Knicks are playing against the Miami Heat tonight, in Miami. This is basically a euphemism for “LeBron James and Jeremy Lin: The Title Fight.”
It’s exciting because LeBron James is a polarizing figure who people love to hate, or love to love because of all the people who hate him, and because Jeremy Lin is the most exciting thing to happen to the NBA since Ron Artest got beer all over him. Also, seeing as how LeBron James turned down both the New York Knicks and the soon-to-be Brooklyn Nets to go to Miami, fans of Tri-State Area basketball have quite a bit invested with this. Figuratively speaking.
But for those who truly want to take something away from this evening, and the entire Jeremy Lin craze, which will reach a new level of fever pitch tonight?
RIVERS WILL BE CRIED
AH, BONUS DAY. It’s that magical time of year when the world’s most widely-reviled financial institutions dole out the real money, not this ridiculous salary nonsense the rest of us peons get. That day, for Goldman Sachs, is today. And it is Not. Going. Well.
WE ARE BROKE
New York City is one of the world’s gravitational centers for the media and publishing industries; this, of course, results in an inordinate concentration of English majors. News for up-and-coming English majors that already-graduated English majors are likely well-acquainted with: You’re not gonna make any money.