April, according to the poet, is the cruelest month, and it got crueler 106 years ago when the Titanic hit the iceberg, and Hollywood the jackpot after the sinking.
The death of the richest woman on this planet, as the tabloids dubbed Liliane Bettencourt, brought back some vivid memories, mainly of the gigolos I’ve known and their disgraceful pursuit of the fairer sex for the root of all envy. Ironically, my great friend Porfirio Rubirosa acted the gigolo at times—he married three of the …
This being the Fashion Issue, here’s the most fashionable thing English elites did throughout the cold, dreary months of January and February past: watch the BBC’s version of War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy’s epic, televised over six Sunday evenings, proving yet again that the elegant past (Downton Abbey), and the even more elegant farther past …
There is an English writer who is going around telling all and sundry that I made a pass at his wife. Now English men are known not to get too excited about such matters, but in this case the man is simply showing off. I can’t for the life of me think what else this …
Talk about how the mighty have fallen. Time magazine was, for the better part of the 20th century, the model for American newsweeklies. Its style of epigrammatic terseness and punchy prose became known as “timespeak;” its compact format an invention of its founder, Henry Luce. Luce was the son of a missionary and was born …