TMN’s Contributing Writers know where to find the purple couch. Long live the pan flute, mini mafia, and Michael Jackson.
The only thing worse than Valentine’s Day is a crappy Valentine’s Day. A handful of TMN writers and editors dish (anonymously) on their worst dates—crying men, rugby brawls, and a dislocated sacroiliac joint.
Convinced his wife was buried by mistake, a widower insists on unearthing her body. What happens when they open the coffin? As is our Halloween ritual, TMN writers share their own endings to the story.
North Korea’s intentions are unknown for the moment. But its memos are, at the very least, straightforward. The TMN staff uncovers a worldwide exclusive: internal documentation of the DPRK’s plans for the remaining calendar year.
A bride disappears on her wedding day, never to be seen again—or will she? Continuing a grand TMN Halloween tradition, our writers and editors craft new endings to a familiar tale.
A foreign talisman holds great power, but those who use it do so at their peril. In the grand TMN tradition of celebrating Halloween, our editors and writers create new endings to a well-known scary story.
From coast to coast, through bickering passengers and aggressive tumbleweeds, we’ve crisscrossed the U.S.—and often ended up in New York. For your next road trip, a guide to what you’ll see along the way.
Not everyone can be a judge in the Tournament of Books. Not every novel deserves a rave. But what if the world’s best books were reviewed all at once? The ultimate Frankenstein of reviews.
In our Crowdsource series, we tap the masses’ wisdom for your entertainment. This week, TMN readers and staff shout-out to those who made their year.
Introducing a new series, “Crowdsource,” where we tap the masses’ wisdom for your entertainment. This week, TMN readers and staff explain which products the world should destroy.
A dying woman asks her husband for a final favor. What will happen when he loosens the ribbon around her neck?
Maybe death preceded the technology. Maybe they would deliver profound statements in 140 characters. Maybe it’s David Foster Wallace. We tell who’d they follow into the afterlife.
Each summer, certain songs are unofficially recognized as those that fill dance floors, roll down windows, and in general get this party started. Our staff and readers recall the best music from their best summers.