The connection between Christopher Buckley, the sort of writer whose novels are invariably described as “wickedly” something or other (clever, satirical, entertaining et al.) and the folksy, friendly glass of warm milk that went by the name of E.B. White would seem to be an unlikely one. Until you consider that, though their approach is Read More
My son has returned from the war. After a year in Iraq, he's come back to his wife and the rest of us unharmed in body. I don't know about his spirit. Soldiers must see and do things which may leave, if invisible, terrible scars. I hope that hasn't happened to him.
My son is a Read MoreFellas! The raincoat season in Manhattan is very short-unless of course you're a pervert, in which case it's pretty much a 365-day-a-year thing. Coincidentally, the archetypal flasher raincoat-a simple, mod, single-breasted bone-colored garment-is exactly the one I recommend for you guys this season and, for that matter, every season. It's not about flashing, it's about Read More
When the American-Iraqi joint community-policing initiative involves a Humvee of Marines hurtling through the streets of Baghdad to apprehend a runaway police car, the U.S. non-occupation of Iraq is not going 100 percent smoothly.
The initiative was aimed at curtailing the carnival of plunder that is the all-too-liberated Iraqi capital; a place that is growing Read MoreDear Parent:
Thank you for requesting an application to our preschool. As you are no doubt aware, the Prada-Blahnik school enjoys a singular reputation in Manhattan: Prestigious, but non-elitist. Progressive, but structured. Warm and creative, but cognizant of the need to prepare your 3-year-old for the competitive rigors of life ahead as a banker, lawyer Read More
