Post readers discuss New York AG Letitia James’ aide allegedly ordering staff to target people associated with President Trump — and her Michigan counterpart saying Jews “have a moral...
It’s easy to feel a certain schadenfreude over news of Meta’s $16.7 billion settlement with almost every state attorney general. Sometimes bad things happen to bad corporations. It’s hard not to cheer. For years, Meta has largely gone unchecked as it employed a business model that basically amounted to psychologically manipulating people through Skinnerian principles […]
It’s not often in Washington, D.C. that a special interest group directly contradicts itself, but the Hemp Roundtable did just that. In 2022, the Associated Press exposed how chemists were chemically processing CBD extracted from hemp to produce delta-8 THC, an intoxicating compound. A loophole in the 2018 Farm Bill opened the floodgates to unregulated […]
Just like the opening sentence of Disgrace states that protagonist David Lurie has (to his own mind) “solved the problem of sex rather well” — meaning that he meets a reliable prostitute once a week — J.M. Coetzee’s new novel, The Pole, establishes on the very first page that it is written by a heterosexual male. Its main character, Beatriz, has a “full mouth” and her “low contralto” voice possesses a “suave attractive power.” “Is she sexy?” asks the unnamed narrator. “No, she is not sexy, and certainly not seductive.” But “with a figure like that” she must’ve been quite something in her youth; though now, nearing 50, “she goes in for a certain remoteness” — she doesn’t even swing her hips any longer.
This is not the first time that Moscow has taken advantage of fighting in Gaza to pursue revanchist objectives in Europe. The 1956 Suez War, a war fought as much in Gaza as in Sinai, gave the Soviet Politburo an opportunity to crush the Hungarian rising.
It has been both common and admirable in most of human history to extend the occasional indulgence to both the very aged and the truly great among us. Surely Michael Mann, the 80-year-old director with more than a few of the previous century’s finest films to his credit, is therefore entitled to the double helping of it you’ll need to meander through the first 20 or so minutes of Ferrari, which resembles nothing so much as the various establishing scenes of Heat and Miami Vice that take place after their trademark slam-bang opening sequences. We see Enzo Ferrari, played in essentially unrecognizable fashion by Adam Driver, in company with his mistress, his wife, his mother, his associates, and his local parish. This would be a good time to get some popcorn if you missed your chance during the previews because nothing occurs that will have any impact whatsoever on the rest of the film.
Once, I had faith in the nation’s most prestigious colleges and universities: growing up in Middle America, they seemed from a distance like wondrous Shangri-Las of learnedness and refinement, floating far above us banal minor leaguers. And then I got into Brown, for what was a frustrating four years, and later worked for over a decade at Columbia using skills from a career in journalism to help market the university. My professional responsibilities quickly came to include delivering extra dollops of that ultra-elite sizzle, the implicit assurance that the short list of famous institutions offered the authoritative latest and greatest from the world’s best and brightest, regardless of how little was really happening intellectually on campus.
The qualifications of an author to write about his or her subject are rarely so well established in an opening line as Michael Hans Kater’s are in the first sentence of After the Nazis: The Story of Culture in West Germany: "On Tuesday, May 1, 1945, I was drying a small collection of Hitler stamps on the windowsill of my grandfather's house in a small village near Bremen in North Germany." Kater, a distinguished research professor emeritus of history at York University whose work has covered a wide range of German history, here finishes a trilogy of work concerning, respectively, culture in the Weimar Republic, Nazi Germany, and, now, just what the subtitle of this new work says.
A spoon that has little fork-like tines on the end is called, by most normal people, a “spork,” which I think we can all agree is a terrible-sounding word.
After more than a quarter-century of playing at the Capitol One Arena in the heart of downtown Washington, D.C.'s Chinatown, the Washington Wizards and the Washington Capitals will no longer play in the nation's capital, at all.
It should be a scene restricted to video game fantasy, not real life: a Dodge Charger, a Cadillac, and a Jeep Grand Cherokee, all with gunmen blasting semi-automatic weapons, chasing a small Honda Accord through the downtown of a major American city.
I’ve always been a little bit irked by Bradley Cooper. It probably has to do with the fact that he burst onto the scene playing a slew of unlikable characters, or maybe the clips of him as a student at the Actors Studio, flashing that same Sack Lodge smile while asking Robert De Niro about the way he rubbed his eye in Awakenings. But really, I think it has to do with A Star Is Born.
