Judith Miller is a New York Times reporter much in evidence on
talk shows and seminars on the Middle East.
The New York of 1945 was the victorious city of the New Deal and World War II, one that can barely be glimpsed today beneath postmodern towers and billboards for dot-com enterprises.
When I visit the Poetry Publication Showcase, an annual display of the year's new poetry books at Poets House in Manhattan, I feel as if I've been granted a precious audience with Poetry itself.
The United States never held a large number of direct colonies, a fact that has prompted many political leaders to declare it the great exception to colonialism.
"This is a story about a spy," writes Millicent Dillon in Harry Gold: A Novel.
A revealing question: Why has V.S. Naipaul come to be much better known in the West than the great African writer Chinua Achebe?
William Randolph Hearst is one of those people we all know was very, very famous but are never quite sure why, or what we are to think of him.
At a quarter to 3 in the afternoon on March 14, 1883, one of the world's brainiest men, Karl Marx, ceased to think. He passed away peacefully in his favorite armchair.
The women's liberation movement, as it was called in the sixties and seventies, was the largest social movement in the history of the United States--and probably in the world.
The role of the public intellectual--and the moral onus, assuming that one exists--seems ever to thread the Scylla of celebrity and the Charybdis of marginality.