Goings On

Our editors and critics review notable new fiction, nonfiction, and poetry.

The supposed recluse constantly sent letters to friends, family, and lovers. What do they show us?

Orlando Whitfield’s memoir of his fifteen-year friendship with the disgraced art dealer Inigo Philbrick gives a momentous relationship its due, with unusual directness.

The culture that sheltered Rose from the fallout of his excesses did not extend the same protection to the team’s Black players.

Inside a BP, Blue Hour offers a greatest-hits album of fast-food favorites made with high-quality ingredients and a considerable amount of care.

In the forty-eight years that she’s lived in the West Village, the owner of the iconic cookbook shop has never ordered delivery.

The restaurateurs behind Frenchette and Le Rock have face-lifted and spit-shined the city’s oldest surviving French restaurant while remaining obsessed with its history. 

A buzzy new Italian-ish spot from Harold Dieterle doesn’t seem to know what kind of restaurant it’s trying to be.

Steven Spielberg gave free rein to his anarchic inner child in this Second World War comedy—and paid the price.

For better and for worse, the former First Couple are still the best communicators that the Democrats have.

The actress, who died last week, at the age of ninety-four, changed the history of cinema in her collaborations with the actor and director John Cassavetes.

A retrospective of the great director’s rarely screened movies reveals his extraordinary vision of ordinary life.

The artist discusses resisting the neutering effects of technology, his breakup with a bandmate, and his new album, “Manning Fireworks.”

The artist sings with wry, petulant specificity, whether she’s addressing a boyfriend, an ex-boyfriend, or that ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend.