Word: manhattanization
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...entire 135-member Massachusetts delegation was lodged at the Sheraton Manhattan hotel and spent considerable time travelling and partying together in the Big Apple...
...projects. Price drew on similar material for Bloodbrothers, another stunning tale of working-class Bronx brawlers. But he was never really part of the violence. "I was a member of the Goldberg gang -- we walked down the street doing algebra," he says in an interview in the lower-Manhattan loft he shares with his wife, the painter Judy Hudson, and daughters Annie, 7, and Gen, 5. "I just basically grew up on the periphery of things, and so by instinct I was an observer and a reviser of the world...
...editorial mix of celebrity profiles, newsy features and provocative photos (most notoriously, last year's cover photo of a nude, very pregnant Demi Moore), Brown brought Vanity Fair high profits and nearly 1 million readers. At the same time, she made herself a figure to reckon with on the Manhattan scene: good-looking, Oxford-educated, a sometime playwright, married to Harold Evans, former editor of the Times of London and now head of Random House (yes, another Newhouse jewel...
WOMEN DELEGATES to the Democratic National Convention in Manhattan this month will get plenty of news about female candidates and women's issues, thanks to the Getting It Gazette, a daily that will be published by a group of feminists during the five-day convocation. The title is a play on the cry heard round the nation during the Clarence Thomas hearings: "They just don't get it!" Four thousand free copies of the hot-pink hand-out will be distributed every morning. In addition to profiles of women candidates and analyses of key issues, the Gazette will include guides...
...deadly willfullness within a Bette Davis-like camp distraction, as King Herod in Oscar Wilde's Salome. The next night, in the new Chinese Coffee by the relatively unknown Ira Lewis, Pacino is a manic-depressive novelist-cum-doorman, living on the extreme margins of the arts world in Manhattan and dreaming that the next confessional, autobiographical manuscript will justify his colossal self-importance. The only thing the roles have in common is that both show off his grace with language, whether Wilde's shimmering, overripe, pseudo-antique prose poetry or Lewis' quintessentially Manhattan cocktail of complaint and cranky insult...