Top of the Stack
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.
The strength of this novel is the author’s ear for dialogue, talk so good that it evokes the clink of glasses, the dead hours of early morning, the smoke in the air and the strains of the jukebox.
Sex has to be really twisted for it to do any good on a small screen.
“We did want to make sure the full span of the game’s history was represented, and include a sampling of profiles of great players and coaches, and the many ways peculiar to basketball that the sport presents itself, from clowning to analytics.”
If the ’60s was one great party, what happened in the Yuppie ’80s? Could sobriety and fitness be any fun at all?
How listening to baseball on the radio rescued the author after tragedy struck.
How Ali pulled off his most unlikely triumph.
A profile of a man who was to the Harlem Globetrotters what its author, Peter Goldman, was to Newsweek: largely anonymous, devoted to the institution, gaited for the long run.
Eve’s sweet pipe dream—a love letter to one of our greatest singers.
My father, the cartoonist.
Charles Bowden, who made his bones writing about the drug wars in Texas and Mexico, travels to Venice, Italy, to take Marcella Hazan’s final cooking class where he learns the most important ingredient in a kitchen is common sense.