I hadn’t heard from my so-called manager in months, but when he called with an audition for ABC Primetime, all was forgiven. He was my best friend again.
“It’s a reoccurring segment about relationships,” he said. “Real-life stuff, mostly improvised. It’s a two-day shoot. It pays $1,500 a day.”
“O.K.,” I told him, trying to Read More
Through the glass door at the W Hotel Bar in Union Square, I saw him: the screenwriter from L.A. My Internet Cyrano, the person I’d been talking to every night for the last month. My first instinct was to turn and sprint. Not just because he was holding a single long-stemmed rose that was clearly Read More
On Dec. 9, several of Columbia University’s top climate scientists gathered at their colleague Jeffrey Sachs’ townhouse on West 85th Street to help a new student catch up on the latest research on climate change. Of course, no mere undergraduate could command four hours of the professors’ attention on this unseasonably warm Saturday afternoon. Don’t Read More
As close readers of The New York Times will attest, the paper of record has recently thrown itself headlong into what is unquestionably the most pressing social issue of our time: the ever-growing economic disparity between the rich and the super-rich.
In a series of hard-hitting articles, the paper has examined everything from the tyranny Read More
As close readers of The New York Times will attest, the paper of record has recently thrown itself headlong into what is unquestionably the most pressing social issue of our time: the ever-growing economic disparity between the rich and the super-rich.
In a series of hard-hitting articles, the paper has examined everything from the Read More
Author photos are never on oath, but George W.S. Trow’s make you wonder. Trow, who died last week in Naples at 63, possessed one of the more indescribable sensibilities to adorn The New Yorker, that most sensibility-driven of magazines. He was snob, moralist, wit, cultural critic, aesthete, nostalgist, lost boy, citizen. “Wonder was the grace Read More
BEIRUT, Lebanon, Nov. 28—Last Wednesday afternoon, I was sitting in a café in Hamra, the traditionally Muslim neighborhood in West Beirut, wondering why my cell phone had stopped working. There were plenty of units left in my Lebanese pay-as-you-go account and I’d charged the handset recently, yet each attempt to make a call or to Read More
Some weeks ago, my top-floor neighbors taped a map onto the rooftop door of the Avenue B apartment building where I live. “Please do not intrude on our private space,” it warns us lower-floor dwellers, cheerfully illustrating the territorial claims in pink and blue. The map’s bizarre and arbitrary borders seemed drawn by 19th-century diplomats, Read More
BEIRUT, Lebanon, Nov. 28—Last Wednesday afternoon, I was sitting in a café in Hamra, the traditionally Muslim neighborhood in West Beirut, wondering why my cell phone had stopped working. There were plenty of units left in my Lebanese pay-as-you-go account and I’d charged the handset recently, yet each attempt to make a call or to Read More
We celebrate the holiday shopping season slightly differently at our house. Instead of storming the Short Hills Mall at 6 a.m. the day after Thanksgiving, we scream at celebrities. Allow me to explain. My mother lives in a fifth-floor apartment on Central Park West. A number of years ago, we discovered that she wasn’t just Read More
