Is Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher’s movie about Internet prodigy Mark Zuckerberg a damning portrait of a man who stole the idea for his revolutionary company? Or is it a sympathetic look at ruthless ambition by two men remembering the days when they themselves were wunderkinder? By Mark Harris
On the Cover: The cast of The Social Network. Photographs by Jeff Minton for New York Magazine.
Reid Stowe spent 1,152 days on the open sea, the longest continuous journey ever undertaken by one person. He came back to a brand-new family, but not exactly a hero’s welcome.
In an era of turmoil, Daniel Patrick Moynihan, then a Nixon adviser, wrote a series of letters and memos to the president on how to make the center hold. It’s still good advice.
Meet Carl Paladino, the Republican Party’s nominee for governor.
Richard Blumenthal has yet to jump in the ring with Linda McMahon over her empire’s human toll.
Advice from author and happiness guru Matthieu Ricard.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
Jerry Saltz on getting the business and none of the art with Dan Colen's new show.
The Republican running for attorney general does not want to be the sheriff of anything—certainly not Wall Street.
“If you’re really going to write a memoir,” she says, “you have to really tell the truth.”
All this sound and fury signifies a lot of problems for Republicans like John Boehner and Mitt Romney.
Celebrating the ghetto blaster, a gathering for steampunks, and more.
"A lot of my friends retire, and they sit around and have lunch. I’d rather work."
This fall’s handbags are big, brawny, and, above all, practical.
Yes, starter apartments have their trade-offs. But don’t rule out prime neighborhoods before you look.
Nuela brings a taste of Peru, and other global influences, to New York.
Get out the Altoids, the Tic Tacs, and the Wrigley’s Spearmint: It’s hardneck-garlic season.
A field guide to the city’s new breed of growers.
Sir Patrick Stewart on coaxing Trekkies to try a little Shakespeare or, this time, Mamet.
The Office's star writer could be the future of romantic comedy.
James Wolk and Jason Ritter square off for best new leading man.
With Boardwalk Empire, HBO treads familiar if sumptuously realized ground.
Gordon Gekko updates his portfolio. Plus: Waiting for “Superman” takes flight.
Congratulations, Jonathan Franzen: You’ve broken the Curve.
Come September 24, Lincoln Center’s sloping elevated lawn will draw more than picnickers.
Readers sound off on Jon Stewart, Jerry Saltz, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Write a Letter to the Editor
Letters may be edited for space and clarity. Please include a daytime phone number.
- Mail to
- New York Media
- 75 Varick Street
- New York, NY 10013