The daytime gossip queen has tussled with P. Diddy, Whitney Houston, and Tupac Shakur. But her own private life can be as messy as the celebrity dramas she skewers.
For “Zoetrope,” viewers peer into a trailer to watch two lovers on lockdown talking past each other in well-educated millennialese; Bill Gunn’s “The Forbidden City” follows a Black middle-class family in 1936.
Nicholas Lemann on Liz Cheney and the G.O.P.; Black cuisine meets the small screen; a socially distanced slam; the scattering of Gem Spa; David Byrne’s dance revival.
It is to her credit that she stood up to Trump, but, with the Middle East erupting again, let’s be careful that we don’t also embrace her bellicose foreign-policy views.
Jessica B. Harris, the author of the book “High on the Hog,” which has been adapted for Netflix, searches for the roots of African-American cuisine, like the dishes at Reverence, a tasting-menu restaurant in Harlem.
When the pandemic caused New York’s teen-age poetry slam to move from the Apollo Theatre to the Puma store in midtown, twenty aspiring Amanda Gormans recited anaphoras and accentual slant rhymes to mannequins.
When the cigarette-and-candy shop and putative birthplace of the egg cream—favored by Basquiat, Patti Smith, and Madonna—closed down, its auctioned-off miscellanea found second lives in boomer houses and refurbished barns upstate.
The onetime Talking Heads front man hosted a socially distanced dance party at the Park Avenue Armory, in which ninety-six revellers a night grooved to Byrne’s exhortations.
Dolly Meckler, of Challah Dolly, ships loaves nationwide; Erez Blanks, of Parchment, in Brooklyn, offers bread boxes that include Israeli-inspired salads, sides, and dips.
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