Tina Jordan

I was rushing to cross Madison Avenue to get to Grand Central when I saw the Chrysler Building in front of me, illuminated by the setting sun.

Drinking a cup of coffee and organizing some of my favorite stories in the NYT archives into various categories (you know: pets, poisoning, dentists, hats etc.) and came across one of my favorites, from Feb. 2, 1908.

Our critic Jen Szalai reviews the explosive new Facebook memoir by Sarah Wynn Williams: "Not only does she have the storytelling chops to unspool a gripping narrative; she also delivers the goods."

Popping into Bluesky after a social media respite to bring you this amazing story that Liz Egan and Katie Rosman have been working on for months.

I'm sure it's a Memorial Day thing, but there have been fighter jets screaming over the house for the last 15 minutes (I live in the Hudson Valley). It's just an instant flashback to 9/11 and I need it to stop.

Good morning! A slew of new books coming out today. FIrst up is Ron Chernow's long-awaited biography of Mark Twain. (Spoiler alert: Our critic Dwight Garner really, really doesn't like it.)

"But it turns out that 'James' was not the top pick among the Pulitzer’s five fiction jury members. It wasn’t even in the top three, according to three people with knowledge of the process, who were not authorized to speak about the confidential deliberations."

Day 2 of our poetry challenge!

Why memorize a poem? As A.O. Scott writes, "At a time when we are flooded with texts, rants and A.I. slop, a poem occupies a quieter, less commodified corner of your consciousness. It’s a flower in the windowbox of your mind."

Join us at the Book Review as we embark on a week-long voyage to help you memorize a poem — something to fill the soul and focus the mind.

"Mr. Hegseth’s aides had warned him a day or two before the Yemen strikes not to discuss such sensitive operational details in his Signal group chat ... It was unclear how Mr. Hegseth ... responded to those warnings."

Five days out from a knee replacement, I think I might live after all. This is ROUGH.

"I can recognize the ptarmigan’s plumage and the petals of St. John’s wort from her descriptions, without the aid of a single image," Sadie Stein writes. "The smell of sawed pine is 'like strawberry jam on the boil, but with a tang that tautens the membranes of nose and throat.'"