Federal agents intercepted eleven pounds of marijuana bound for St. Martins Press’s Flatiron headquarters earlier this month, reports The Smoking Gun. The two parcels, addressed to a fictitious St. Martins employee named Karen Wright, were seized at a post office in California after they were sniffed out by a drug detection dog.
A company operator told The Smoking Gun no one by that name works at the company.
Because the Feds did not attempt to smoke out “Karen Wright” with a controlled delivery, the excitement is pretty much over for the moment, except on Twitter, where someone with the handle @KarenWright_SMP has been asking if anyone has seen the day’s mail and soliciting tips for coming up with $70,000 fast. Hypothetically speaking.
Home to Walt Whitman, the father of American poetry, Brooklyn has raised Henry Miller and inspired Hart Crane and Truman Capote, among many others. And in today’s Brooklyn, of course, the literati teem through the streets – it’s difficult to buy a coffee these days without tripping over Jonathan Safran Foer or Jhumpa Lahiri en Read More
It turns out New York City is more bucolic than we thought. According to a study by Sustainable Yards — a group that focuses on making lawns truly “green” — 27 percent of the five borough’s total surface area is covered by yards. The Journal turned up this nifty interview with researcher Read More
Oscar Wilde, on his tour of America in 1882, made not one but two pilgrimages to Camden, N.J., to see Walt Whitman—whose poetry he claimed to have known “from the cradle.” Afterward, the Good Grey Poet told a reporter that Wilde was “genuine, honest, and manly.” He added, for emphasis, “He is so frank, and Read More
Eliot Spitzer was the last to speak here tonight, and it was his speech that made the greatest reach towards grandeur.
“Today was not a victory of one candidate or one Party but of all those irrepressible optimists who have dreamed of a resurgent New York,” said Spitzer, who vowed to work to make Read More
Specimen Days, by Michael Cunningham. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 320 pages, $25.
Michael Cunningham’s Specimen Days is an extraordinary book, as ambitious as it is generous; and the depth of its kindness, or grace, is to convey that it is we ourselves, the multitude, who are extraordinary, or might be. If that sounds Read More
“Are you Italian?”
“Yes. How do you know?”
“I don’t mean to be flirting with you, but you really look Italian.”
I smiled: “And …. How Italians are supposed to look like?”
She smiled: “I don’t know. Elegant, I guess. Mamma mia!”
The lady was very beautiful. I had noticed her as Read More
A Chance Meeting: Intertwined Lives of American Writers and Artists, 1854-1967 , by Rachel Cohen. Random House, 363 pages, $25.95.
Borrowing a phrase from Twain, Rachel Cohen describes her splendid new book as a “private history”-but there are some nice public moments as well. Would you believe that a poet once threw out the Read More
Poems of New York , edited by Elizabeth Schmidt. Everyman’s Library/Alfred A. Knopf, 256 pages, $12.50.
Globalization, we often hear, is making every place identical, Jakarta just another version of Toronto. But in poetry, at least, cities are guaranteed their own distinctive lives. Literature preserves them at the moment not necessarily of their greatest Read More
The great Thomas Eakins exhibition, which was reviewed here when it opened last fall at the Philadelphia Museum of Art (see The New York Observer for Oct. 15, 2001) has now come to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It hardly needs saying that everyone with an interest in the art of painting will want to Read More