Jessica Joffe
National Book Awards Tries to Glam Things Up; Who Invited All the Fancy People, Publishing Peons Wonder?
At around 1 o'clock Thursday morning, Morgan Entrekin decided it was time to extract himself from the dance floor at Socialista and head home. "I'm having an excellent time!" he said, half empty beer in hand. "I wish I were 20 years younger! I could dance all night."
The reason he couldn't: "I have a 3-year-old! I'm tired, man. I'm old."
Mr. Entrekin used to party. Hasn't in a while. Mostly focused now on running his publishing house, Grove/Atlantic, and hanging with the wife and their little boy.
He seems genuinely fulfilled, a fact he was forced to forget last night when his colleagues in the publishing industry turned to him to reinvigorate the annual dinner known as the National Book Awards and make it fun again. read more »
Vogue Says the Socialite is Dead
Whitney Contemporaries Art Party.
In this month's 8-pound Vogue (we estimated!), William Norwich writes about a new trend: the disappearance of the socialite.
Apparently our city's young women who've made their names attending galas and charity balls are suddenly opting to stay home these days. Why? Well, it seems that the weakening dollar has made the socialites want to slow down and show less of themselves in public.
Over-exposure is suddenly so crass. read more »
The Transom
More In The Observer: Blue-Eyed Devils And The Awful Animals
Apparently blue-eyed men are evil and vain peacocks. The Transom will keep its dark glasses on and maintain silence about this theory.
After the 'highly enjoyable,' as they say, piece on Vogue, the correction at the very bottom of Off The Record is not to be missed.
A peek from inside a test screening at one of the two dueling Capote films; plus, sweaty time with Paul Rudd.
Michael Kimmelman's new book puts forward his theory on art and society: are we not all artists, in our way? read more »
CBS sucks the brainpower from summer interns.
And please don't miss Jessica Joffe on her hatred of animals. "When a pet, however charming, becomes distressed, I turn away. Often I find myself contributing to their distress. This, of course, makes me rather problematic for some people."Another Erotic Memoir—This One Starring a Pouty Teen
