Sifting through the wreckage: the rising power of a ragtag band of apocalyptic financial bloggers; the fury of Madoff victims who feel shamed and forgotten; an inquiry into the science and theory of frugality; scavenging the skyline with a leading real-estate vulture; the deceptive math behind Eli Manning’s historic contract; and a breakdown of the city’s leading farmer–bookseller–art-vendor–discount-jeans district.
On the Cover: Illustration by Rodrigo Corral Design for New York Magazine.
The Yankees return to the playoffs next week after a stellar year.
The president plays Chicago hardball. He should have known that Paterson doesn’t play by any rules at all.
In his attempt to save America from capitalism, the filmmaker has a very powerful ally.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
Denmark’s P.M. cycles Central Park.
A run-in with Brooke Astor’s daughter-in-law, in the courthouse ladies’ room.
“I never lived at the Chelsea Hotel, but I used to visit a lot,” says Abel Ferrara.
Ever since Fordham quarterback John Skelton showed up on a list of NFL prospects, scouts have been visiting the Bronx.
New rain boots, a nightseeing map, and more.
“I’ve always been really tall, really thin, and really pale—it has nothing to do with the vampire thing that’s going on.”
SHO Shaun Hergatt is a throwback to the pre-recession restaurant world.
Even the New York Mets aren’t having as bad a season as the local tomato crop.
A guide to the great fried-chicken craze of 2009.
Seniors from four local universities tell freshmen where to eat, shop, and hang out on the cheap.
Three great places to live—each with one big drawback, and a matching big discount.
Gabby Sidibe’s astonishing debut in Precious.
The Coen brothers turn a theater favorite into a serious leading man.
A sublime suburban meltdown from Joel and Ethan Coen. Plus, Michael Moore takes his best shot.
In the beginning, zombie movies were truly frightening.
How Britney Spears in a strip club helped pave the way for the broody, witty pop collective Miike Snow.
For Carrie Fisher, laughter is almost the best medicine.
Nora and Delia Ephron stitch together a play about the power of clothes.
The Met’s new mess o’ Tosca.
The literary memoir, once a career capstone, has lately become a novelist’s third or fourth book.
The Public Theater’s painfully adrift Othello.
Cannoli may not be as American as apple pie, but they can taste like it.
Readers sound off on Obama hate, Little League, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
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