Top of the Stack
Before Gay Talese and Tom Wolfe, there was Thomas B. Morgan.
“When you start out on a book, you’re hoping that when you finish you’ll be different. How different? What different? If you knew that you wouldn’t need to write the book.”
Almost 30 years ago, Brooke Shields did not consider herself a serious actress. But she could not escape her ambivalent feelings about the mother who helped make her a star.
The sad thing is, once they hit bottom, not even their youth can buoy them up.
Once upon a time, Art Schlichter was the number one quarterback in the nation. Then he discovered gambling. He would never recover.
In the late 1980s, as more of New York City’s women and children succumbed to the plague of AIDS, inescapable truths emerged about ethics, sex, poverty, and the future.
Helena’s dancing so overwhelmed me with awe and happiness that when I heard that she was at a place on Hollywood Boulevard called the Greek Village, I dragged every date there and made him pay clip-joint prices so I could see the girl move.
Why Oscar De La Hoya was the Champ everyone loved to hate.
Tribute to an NCAA coaching legend.
What’s a nice guy like David Cronenberg doing messing around with junkie poet William S. Burroughs? Filming his unfilmable book, “Naked Lunch” that’s all.
She is girl and woman, boy-cut hair and D-cup breasts; she is Melrose Avenue and the floundering androgyny of the ’80s; and she is Betty Boop dresses and the role-divided certainty of the ’50s. She is a relief to men and a pal to gals.
The unexpected rise and prosperous reign of Katharine Graham at The Washington Post.
Having the smartest, hippest show on TV didn’t make Garry Shandling any less neurotic … or brilliant.