James B. Stewart is a staff writer at The New Yorker. He has written on such subjects as the Time Warner–A.O.L. merger, the post-prison S.E.C. investigation of Michael Milken, Disney, the Clintons, ...
In Chloé Zhao’s film, adapted from Maggie O’Farrell’s novel, the death of a child gives rise to the creation of a literary ...
On seeing Rachel Maddow at the former Vice-President’s funeral, while Donald Trump threatened Democrats on social media with ...
Watch: In “Our Dancing Daughters,” a classic from 1928, Joan Crawford plays a sexually forthright socialite who’s spurned as ...
Mascha Schilinski’s dark, century-spanning ensemble drama sees four generations of women take up spectral residence in a ...
Have no tremors, however, that attendance at Mr. Schelling’s entertaining but informative events will convert children into ...
He was down the ice a good deal more than Jerwa or Ching’s old partner, Taffy Abel. Seibert has a curiously stiff way of ...
AS for Yale and Princeton, Princeton is not so terrible as its record makes it seem, but that is very faint praise indeed.
I doubt that anyone is better equipped and placed in the movie industry for this sort of thing than Douglas Fairbanks, and it ...
AFTER about a year of preparation and publicity, the Whitney Museum of American Art opened its handsome doors last week. We ...
Heigh-Ho, so this is the end of the season ! I don’t think that we’re really glad it’s over, though—just a little tired of ...
THE week has been distinguished by the appearance on the screen of three big stage successes. This tribute to their true ...
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