December 20, 2012 Video & Multimedia Holiday … Cheer? By Sadie Stein Earlier today, Edward McPherson wrote about his hometown for the Daily. In keeping with that post, enjoy the following clip from Dallas, which, as the poster informs us, is the only time Christmas was ever mentioned in the series.
December 20, 2012 Video & Multimedia “Hooray for Santy Claus!” By Sadie Stein You may well know the 1964 camp classic Santa Claus Conquers the Martians as one of the worst films ever made, but did you know there’s also a novelization? That’s right: in 2005, Lou Harry gave us the print version the world needed.
December 20, 2012 Look “Make Time, Not Love” By Jason Novak Jason Novak works at a grocery store in Berkeley, California, and changes diapers in his spare time.
December 20, 2012 On the Shelf Lists of Lists, and Other News By Sadie Stein Best of the year-end best-of lists. The New York Public Library plans revealed. An antidote to doomsday prophesies. How to wrap books. An anonymous donor steps in to save an Ottawa bookstore.
December 19, 2012 Bulletin The Perfect Stocking Stuffer By Sadie Stein Beloved by writers and artists for more than a century, the iconic Moleskine notebook has paired up with us to create the perfect gift, embossed with the Paris Review’s logo and featuring a Dorothy Parker quote from her 1956 interview. Supplies are limited; find it here!
December 19, 2012 On Sports 2-0 By Rowan Ricardo Phillips The most common score in basketball is 2-0. It tends to be the point of departure from which thousands upon thousands upon thousands of basketball games subsequently differentiate themselves. Yes, of course the game can break its goose eggs with a three-pointer from behind the line, or the enduring “and one” basket and free throw, or it can begin with one of two free throws made after a personal or technical foul. 1-0, 3-0: as far as basketball scores go these are baroque figures: one bland, one grand. But 2-0. One basket made inside the arc with no response yet from the other team. It’s the primordial moment of the game in motion. The opening bell. The icebreaker. Twenty seconds into last night’s game in Madison Square Garden, when Raymond Felton dribbled hard to his left, flattened out from the left elbow of the lane, dropped his shoulder as though heading full-steam on an angle toward the hoop, and then, instead, took a sudden step backward, elevated, and rattled in a fifteen-foot jump shot, the New York Knicks led the Houston Rockets by the pristine score of 2-0. The crowd cheered. I watched and couldn’t help but wonder: Would tonight be Felton’s night? I have trouble recalling another ballplayer with Felton’s knack for being both mercurial and dependable always and at the same time. He can shoot you out of a game you have no business losing. He can shoot you to a victory against the best competition. Yet, as strange as this must now sound, he basically plays the same game every game. He always looks to run the offense. And he rarely turns the ball over (a trait he should get far more credit for). Read More