Has Katie Porter just tanked her chances of becoming California governor?
For anyone who’s followed the career of the California Congresswoman, this exchange isn’t really a surprise
For anyone who’s followed the career of the California Congresswoman, this exchange isn’t really a surprise
The podcasters’ influence far outweighs the liberal media
The format is designed to obscure, not reveal
The former FBI chaplain ministered to the dead and dying on 9/11. Terminal cancer means his time is coming, too
‘I feel I’ve been rewarded for following my own path,’ she reflects, ‘and for taking the road less traveled’
‘I like to be living the life of the restaurant of Le Bernardin’
The drummer seems to have settled for the role of a wise elder statesman of rock ’n’ roll
Whether it’s the perils of child stardom, booze, drugs or relationship issues, the sixty-four-year-old has been there and back again
A decade ago, Calloway was all the rage, an Instagram celebrity with actual writing talent, a pretty face and a promising future
The president wandered off the set as if seeking a bowl of porridge and a nightcap
For this artist, life is an adventure, not a struggle
The doctor, once again, proved himself a master of illusion and obfuscation
As an adult film magnate, he profited off the broken aspects of our society for years
She remains one of American literature’s great survivors — and provocateurs
Zora Neale Hurston, the African-American novelist-ethnographer, was a luminary of the New Negro Movement, later renamed by American scholars the Harlem Renaissance. ‘Harlemania’ took off in jazz-age New York, as white thrill-seekers danced to Duke Ellington hothouse stomps and enthused over so-called primitive art. Hurston made a ‘black splash’ of her own in 1920s Harlem. Among her admirers was the dance critic and photographer Carl Van Vechten, whose deliciously Firbankian 1926 account of life uptown, Nigger Heaven, gloried in blackamoor jungle dances and other Uncle Tom minstrelsy. (‘Period piece’ would be the most charitable description.) Hurston was careful not to mock the ‘Negrotonians’, as she called Van Vechten and his Fifth Avenue sophisticates,