Magazine: The Bent Pin

Something Ere the End

As a believer in writing a good lede, I should begin this column with a light-hearted description of the so-called farewell concerts of Sir Harry Lauder and Anna Russell that ...

Mr. Hitchens and I

Christopher Hitchens and I were not friends or even acquaintances. We never met or spoke on the phone, just exchanged occasional brief letters — notes really — hand-written and snail-mailed ...

Tingling for Camelot

That barometer of our jejune times, Chris Matthews’s oh-so-sensitive leg, is all aquiver with a brand new thrill. Four years ago it was Obama’s oratory that triggered the hot-cold sensations that ...

The 24-Hour Contempt Cycle

Americans prefer to avoid comparisons with the French lest the subject involve an area in which we could not possibly hold our own. Having already emerged as the laughingstock in ...

A Hankie for the Hangman

I have seen the enemy and, as usual, it’s us.    When the Supreme Court refused to intervene in the Troy Davis execution, the lethal injection that had been scheduled for ...

Terminal Eloquence

This column was supposed to be about presidential personality problems. I should have started writing it sooner to give myself plenty of time but I was irresistibly distracted by a ...

The Virgin Mother

A new version of an old song is running through my head. “‘M’ is for the million threats against you. ‘O’ is for Orlando’s mounted cops. ‘T’ is for tattoos ...

Softboiled Speech

There is nothing quite like a letter from an NR reader. Here’s the one that gave me the idea for this column: I note with concern your use of “gay” in ...

It’s Complicated

A postcard from Upgraded America, our new and improved country where everything that used to be simple has become as overcomplicated as possible . . . It began with reading glasses. ...

Royal Flushes

Yes, I watched the Royal Wedding and I have the gut reactions to prove it.              First, I don’t like Prince William. I’ve never had any particular thoughts about him ...