If ever you find yourself in an ambulance going to Borough hospital, you should open the back doors and jump out. A guy once said that to Kevin.
I remember just before graduation, at a cocktail party, the college president’s wife politely inquired about my plans. I said I wanted to go into journalism or some other kind of editorial work. “Do you have a network for that?” she asked. “Kind of,” I said, “I call them friends.”
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We, the foolish editors of Doublethink, are inviting short story submissions. No, this is not a joke or, worse yet, a contest.
Author Christopher Buckley on writing novels, handling Hollywood, and his latest effort, Florence of Arabia.
One often hears Washington, D.C., shamed for its sartorial cluelessness. The putdown holds, more or less, that a fashionable dresser would be as out of place among the capital’s armies of shabbiness as a harlequined jester in a sea of black turtlenecks. Dork chic — with, famously, its regulation leisure wear of khaki pants and [...]
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