His latest tale, Word, is a jazzy, ironic appreciation of writing, filmmaking, and chasing skirt. In two of those arts, at least, downtown novelist Coerte v. w. Felske seems more than passingly adept.

Now that Silicon Alley has gone from Internet easy street to virtual skid row, what are all the Ivy League English Majors who used to have $90,000 marketing jobs going to do for an encore?

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our intrepid staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

Founding feminist, Virginia Woolf scholar, and strong-willed enemy of the patriarchy (as well as mother, grandmother, and wife), Carolyn Heilbrun lived her ideals. The right to choose death—she committed suicide in October—was one of them.

In today's online economy, anything -- and everything -- is legal tender.

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

This summer, a handful of young, ambitious, Manhattan-bred guys has cornered the market on nightlife in the Hamptons. They make sure Tara Reid is in the house, everyone’s drinking $400 bottles of Perrier-Jouët, and, in return, they get one big payoff: the chance to become boldfaced names themselves.

James Carpinello's quixotic quest to become the next Travolta -- eight times a week.

Rob Bingham lived the fantasy life of a literary bad boy: a charismatic, arrogant, fabulously wealthy wildchild who died just before the publication of his much-anticipated first novel.

From Before Sunrise to Before Sunset, Ethan Hawke has never stopped trying to grow. But into what?