Critic James Wolcott, the reigning monarch of the literary put-down, is about to publish his first novel, and legions of his victims are already sharpening their knives.

Shotgun championships in Millbrook are more about tam-o'-shanters than about targets.

Has the Style section's street-fashion report become a one-man photo festival? How one man became Bill Cunningham's muse.

Prices didn't crash (as feared) at the contemporary-art auctions. But if Warhol's the new Picasso, who's the new Warhol?

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service: 007's perfect Bermuda vacation

Phyllis Grann turned Putnam into the most profitable publisher in town. But she quit in a huff and took a mysterious new job at Random House. Does the undisputed queen of New York's book business have one more trick up her sleeve?

When the price for a West Village three-bedroom (not to mention tuition for two) gets to be too much, there's always the 'burbs, right? But which 'burb? For one family of four, the search was full of surprises. Marion Maneker looks at what they've lost -- and found.