George Trow was a cultural dissident living outside the mainstream for as long as he could stand it. And then he couldn’t.
At home, in the car, and behind the curtain with Vanessa Redgrave and Joan Didion.
New plan to court once-dependable demo.
The former mayor says Giuliani will not prevail.
Creator David Chase says movie an unlikely possibility.
Style Sherlocks sniff out clues.
Sex and the City star Chris Noth and the city.
As temperatures soared into the surreal realm of the high sixties last week, some wishful thinking seemed in order.
Violence intrudes on sleepy Village Chess Shop: “It was resentment
building and building under the skin until—pop!—it burst.”
How does Joe Boyd remember enough to write a memoir?
What’s offensive? Can language be banned? A random poll at Union Square.
With Chuck Hagel waffling, does any presidential candidate have the courage or savvy to rescue the GOP from its Iraq-policy morass?
A short-sleeved shirt and other artifacts of nerdophilia.
Store openings this week.
Alessi, 130 Greene St., nr. Prince St.; 212-941-7300
An admirer of Marc Chagall and Posh Spice.
Self-satisfaction’s more important than the satisfying food at the Waverly Inn.
There’s a new potato in town, and not only is its flesh a rakish shade of purple, but it’s also really good for you.
The last great roller-skating rink meets its end in neon style.
The brownstone shell game in Harlem.
Word has it that David Geffen’s quietly shopping the twelve-room duplex he bought just eighteen months ago at 810 Fifth Avenue.
Three-bedroom, one-bath co-op with a separate home office.
Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party dominates the Brooklyn Museum’s new feminist-art wing (opening March 23).
Do-it-yourself DNA sampling.
New York City Ballet is on hiatus, making now a perfect time to check out the other great companies around town.
What to do while you wait in line at Danny Meyer’s Shake Shack.
Highlights from the Spring EATfest, which returns for a three-week run of work by up-and-comers.
James Murphy, the one-man band who brought disco back, is back.
Ken Loach’s socialist twist on a brother-vs.-brother revolutionary epic.
MoMA and Film Society of Lincoln Center, March 21 to April 1.
Why Liev Schreiber is the most commanding presence in Broadway drama.
Jerome Groopman’s book about medicine is as engaging as a TV doctor show, and far more illuminating.
Matthew Sharpe’s new novel, Jamestown, is a funny, violent adaptation of the Pocahontas story.
Jeff Goldblum and Andy Richter are both charismatic in their new shows, but only one’s worth watching.
Sigourney Weaver, Discovery Channel, and the BBC have teamed up for a month of Sundays to show us what 70 camera operators in 200 locations can do.
Karbala, in Iraq, is the site of the murder of the Prophet Muhammad’s grandson in 680 A.D., in this remarkable documentary from Kevin Sim.
Why executive producer David E. Kelley should be so hard on marriage is a mystery to me.
How ‘This American Life’ turned radio into TV—and brought a dead bull back to life.
Too bad George Bernard Shaw never got to see his work get the Lerner and Loewe treatment.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Readers sound off on Rudy Giuliani, praising kids, Britney Spears, and more.