Pat Buckley, Remembered at the Met

On the morning of May 14th, a certain Dr. Henry Kissinger was remembering the time the late, great Patricial Taylor Buckley received a phone call at her house at about 8 a.m.

The hour, close friends like Dr. Kissinger knew, was far too early to be calling Mrs. Buckley from any place but a hospital. Read More

Goodbye, Pat Buckley

"It's been quite something," said Christopher Buckley, of the deluge of phone calls that he and his family had received about the death of his mother, Pat Buckley, on April 15. Mr. Buckley, a humor writer and editor, spoke to The Observer from the Buckley family home in Stamford, Conn. Mrs. Buckley, her son said, Read More

The Show Moved to 65th Street, the Food Is Another Story

At the end of dinner, the waiter brought out the madeleines, which were wrapped in a white linen napkin folded into a silver bowl. They were unlike any madeleines I had ever tasted-hot and crisp as you bit into their golden scallop shells, then soft and melting inside. For Proust’s narrator, madeleines summoned Maman, his Read More