March 26, 2001 Issue
"Sometimes you just want to get away from the whole damn twenty-first century."
-- "52 Weekends"
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If your weeks in New York are a fight (and whose aren't?), weekends should be for flight. But where to escape to? That's where we come in. In the market for a reggae-steeped Jamaican beach? A Vermont mountain that actually guarantees snow? A date with a tarpon in the Florida Keys? Total pampering at an Arizona Spa? So far, so good -- but that's only four weekends. On the following pages, you'll find ideas -- including suggested hotels and restaurants -- for the other 48.
By the Book
Ann Godoff, a former car saleswoman and architecture student who found her calling in a temp job at the age of 30, wasn't exactly on the fast track to become the president of a publishing company. But after her Random House predecessor Harry Evans's string of publicity coups and seven-figure advances, she's published quieter books to greater profit -- and nineteen best-sellers last year. Next: a new paperback line, which has always been the missing weapon in Random House's arsenal.
Tech may have bombed in the market, but it's booming in the art world. The Whitney's new show "BitStreams" illustrates the digital state of the art.
The Bottom Line
This Media Life
Down -- and up -- with Clinton
BY RIMA SUQI
A masculine guide to the man-bag
Sales & Bargains
Enemy at the Gates: Old-fashioned, as in old hat
Seabiscuit's latest improbable win
Lobby Hero shows comic wizardry
Gursky's revelatory photos at MoMA
Morris Lapidus's legend lives
Sellars: Best Bachs
Emma Thompson triumphs in Wit
Distant Eve; approachable Daft Punk
De Marco's District lacks consistency