Doesn't matter what town we're in, my friend Chris Tucker always knows where the best dim sum is. READ MORE
I don’t habitually spend time looking at topless men. I’ll see them at the gym and sometimes, if I’m not careful, catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. But generally, this diversion doesn’t comfortably fit into my routine. This year, though, for about four months, I made an exception. For reasons known only to my analyst (LOL, kidding. I don’t have an analyst, because life isn’t a Woody Allen movie!), I turned again and again to a blurry portrait of a lithe, 70-year-old Puerto Rican Jew. READ MORE
Yesterday we cornered Brooklyn Book Festival panelists and asked them: who do you like among the younger generation of writers? Some of them had great answers!
Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs
Gosh, the younger generation being under what? [“That’s up to you.”] You know, I’m a big fan of Sheila Heti. Does she count as the younger generation? She’s over thirty, though, she’s 35. [She’ll be 37 on Christmas.] Turn it off a for second, I just have to think! Because I’ve been mostly reading old and dead people, lately, so it takes me a minute to—turn that off! [The recorder is turned off. Then turned back on.] There’s a writer called Bill Cheng, who’s a really wonderful young novelist. And keep an eye out for novels by Philip Klay and by Scott Cheshire [High As the Horses’ Bridles, July 2014], really super writers. You know, I feel as though there’s got to be others out there. I like Taiye Selasi. I read that book [Ghana Must Go] in the spring. I liked it very much. Then there are all sorts of ones that I mean to read, but I don’t think we can count them, so maybe we should stop there. READ MORE
William Shawn began work at The New Yorker in 1933, was appointed managing editor in 1939 and, quite shortly after the death of founding editor Harold Ross, became the magazine's editor in 1951. READ MORE