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Scene and Substance at New York’s Newest Hot Spot
Bridges is situated in Chinatown, in the former home of Hop Shing, a restaurant that served affordable, no-frills Guangdong-style dim sum from 1973 until it shuttered during the early...
The Feminist Critic Who Kept Flaubert on His Toes
Madame Bovary, c’est moi. The phrase, often attributed to Gustave Flaubert, may be better known than any line in his novels. But many scholars consider the remark to be...
Kacey Musgraves, Offbeat Pageant Princess
Hilton AlsStaff writerIt’s hard to believe that it’s been almost twenty years since I first saw the great director David Cromer’s work. You don’t notice time passing when you’re...
Trump Talks Through His Hat
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Reading “King Lear” During Hurricane Season
As Hurricane Milton barrelled toward Florida last month, I taught a three-hour Zoom class and tried not to refresh my phone for updates. I grew up in Florida, and...
Donald Trump’s West Palm Beach Victory Celebration
Since early in the evening, the sense was that the rally-like crowd, drinking wine from a cash bar and eating spring rolls, was prepared to receive Trump as a...
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Jean Hanff Korelitz’s All-Time Favorite Sequels
Jean Hanff Korelitz is the author of nine novels, including “The Latecomer” and “You Should Have Known” (upon which “The Undoing,” the HBO series starring Nicole Kidman and Hugh...
Barry Blitt’s “Back with a Vengeance”
On the morning of Wednesday, November 6th, Donald J. Trump was elected, for the second time, as President of the United States. For the cover of the November 18,...
The Amazing, Disappearing Johnny Carson
For thirty years, from October 1, 1962, to May 22, 1992, Johnny Carson presided over American popular culture from the 11:30 P.M. throne of “The Tonight Show.” At its...
Quincy Jones Had Something for Everyone
In my youth, in the nineteen-nineties, my record-store experiences were governed by what was, or wasn’t, in my pockets. I was a frequent attendee at the bargain bin, because...
