Top of the Stack
The King of Late Night.
The Front Page
Sally Kempton’s Second Act.
Carol Leland was looking for a sign. Her body battered and broken, she needed to know that her suffering wasn’t in vain. And that her God had not abandoned her.
“I always feel a little embarrassed about being a filmmaker. You ask people to give you two hours of their lives.”
A Portrait of the Artist.
“This society has started to feed on celebrity, and for the wrong reasons. We reward people just for the sake of becoming known, becoming notorious, and that’s crazy.”
Dem’s Fuggin’ Fightin’ Woids.
He learned to play hockey and it made him a hero—then he learned the harsh truth about that.
The good old bad days in New York.
He dwells on his hilltop in flight from his audiences, suggesting nothing so much as a fine musician singing to silent rooms with empty chairs.
When Princeton’s most famous coed cuts her foot, her fans are the ones who bleed.
What Becomes a Legend Most?
“Lately, when I’m performing,” he said, “I’ve noticed that my songs are kind of … unusual.”