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...many times as he needs to. Last week Bill Clinton emerged from his self-imposed post-pardon-scandal exile. When he opened his new office on 125th Street in Harlem, with its $350,000 annual rent (his first choice, Carnegie Towers in midtown, would have cost taxpayers $800,000), it was full-frontal Clinton--winking, mugging at the most mundane remarks, pointing excitedly into the crowd as if he had just spotted a long-lost friend or a donor. Except for Senator Chuck Schumer, stage center, trying to boogie with the homeboys, it was picture perfect, a routine ribbon cutting...
...gospel revival but a midtown-Manhattan talk-show taping. But it would not be surprising if Iyanla Vanzant were uttering a silent prayer as she warms up the crowd before recording the third-ever episode of Iyanla. At 47, she has risen from a traumatic early life--poverty, rape, a teenage pregnancy, a stretch on welfare, beatings by the relatives who raised her and later by her husband. She left her abusive spouse, put herself through college, became a lawyer, then a self-help/spiritual guru, motivational speaker, best-selling author and perennial Oprah visitor. Now, with her own syndicated...
...first day at work, I got lost among the soaring skyscrapers of midtown Manhattan and arrived to check in with the receptionist with only five minutes to spare. After filling out the requisite paperwork, I rode to the 24th floor only 10 minutes late. I chatted with the security guard via intercom and then stepped into the gray and green hallway that would be my office for the next eight weeks. The place was completely empty. My coworker Miriam cheerily informed me at 9:45 that no one comes in on Mondays. The other interns...
James Ellroy is barking. He is sitting in an upscale restaurant in midtown Manhattan, lampooning John F. Kennedy for his "two minute" sex romps and bragging about his own bullterrier's sex drive when a woman at a neighboring table looks over disapprovingly. So he barks at her. And at the waiter, and at the coat-check girl. Laughing, he barks all the way out onto the street...
...sushi chefs, young Japanese expats, add to the din by shouting orders in unison. A Hispanic chef creates the hot entrées - like soba risotto in smoked-trout butter under a mountain of shaved bonito flakes. "You see," says Moore proudly, "it's nothing like those places in midtown...