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April 8, 1999
Front Page With a Human Face
Back in the fifties, before the term “new journalism” was coined, back when Gay Talese was writing minor obituaries for the New York Times, Tom Wolfe was a grad student at Yale and Joan Di
Dan Wakefield
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April 1, 1999
All the President’s Man?
When Dick Morris announced that he would write a book to divert attention from his adventure with the toes of a call girl, George Stephanopoulos, the President’s senior policy adviser, was asked
Stanley I. Kutler
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April 1, 1999
Holocaust Denial: A Sequel
The Case of Binjamin Wilkomirski’s Fragments
Until the past few months, bestowing any Holocaust honorific upon Binjamin Wilkomirski, the author of the
Harvey Peskin
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March 18, 1999
Part of Our Time, Too
Given the late Dalton Trumbo’s various claims to verbal fame–highest-paid screenwriter of his day, most vocal member of the Hollywood Ten, polemicist extraordinaire, winner under the pseudon
Dalton Trumbo and Murray Kempton
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March 4, 1999
A Partisan’s Review
In A Partisan View, one of the many memoirs in which score-settling refugees from the glory days of the anti-Stalinist, pro-Modernist quarterly bite each other on their kneecaps and thei
John Leonard
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January 2, 1998
Stalin’s Grandchildren
“At the burial of communism too many people want to jump from the coffin into the funeral procession.” The Polish author of these lines tried to convey the idea that the former practitioners now
Daniel Singer
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January 2, 1998
Fact or Fiction?
Jacques Attali, until June 25 the president of the European Bank for Reconstruction and Development but for years the French President’s personal assistant, cannot be too happy with the reason he
Daniel Singer
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January 2, 1998
Too Good to Be True
This is the rather flattering self-portrait of a populist leader who has already traveled quite far: Boris Yeltsin, once a protégé of Mikhail Gorbachev, is now his main, and very re
Daniel Singer
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May 22, 1997
The Marching Saint
Staughton Lynd, although he would never admit it, is one of the visible saints of the modern American left.
Paul Buhle