TMN Contributing Writer Elizabeth Kiem reads and writes in Brooklyn.
Coney Island is under siege, and for Astroland lovers it’s hard to tell if the pirates are friend or foe.
Home is where writers often retreat to focus on work, not receive visitors. Here’s the author of The Ginger Man at his Irish estate. Lock your doors, Salinger.
You’ve read much about Boris Yeltsin’s legacy this week. His biggest may be the mean little man in the Kremlin who’s the butt of few jokes.
The self-made jury has handed down its decision: For his previous life in the Waffen SS, Günter Grass—and his work—should receive the maximum penalty.
He’s gone. He’s been gone for some time. I’d still come running, though, at the very first note. Just one little round of the Masterpiece Theatre theme, and I’m all his, that little gas-lighting corporate mascot.
Though it was dark for over 30 years, the neon sign above the New Yorker Hotel, for many of its former residents, never truly dimmed. Attending the hotel’s anniversary celebration, the night the lights switched back on in Midtown.