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How the brazen, bulging, tough-guy city of my youth has subtly transformed itself into a resplendent, but very different, city of youth.
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November 2009 |
Joseph Epstein |
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This restaurant, Weinstein sensed immediately, was a mistake. M. Henry it was called, the M. apparently standing for Monsieur. He had driven past it many times, so he thought he might as well give it a try when his friend Buddy Berkson called to set up one of their regular monthly lunches.
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September 2009 |
Joseph Epstein |
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The sad and instructive career of an intellectual’s intellectual.
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July/August 2009 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Dr. A. Jerome Minkoff, family practitioner, three years a widower and coming up on his sixty-fourth birthday, met Larissa Friedman, two years into her widowhood and fifty-two, at a charity dinner at the Ambassador East Hotel in Chicago for ALS, dreaded, goddamn Lou Gehrig’s Disease, from which both their spouses had died.
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February 2009 |
Joseph Epstein |
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I was fifteen when my mother died. I won’t go into the pain I felt. We never talked about this, my father and I, but I knew that his desolation couldn’t have been less than my own.
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September 2008 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Fred Astaire was not a genius, but he danced like one.
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June 2008 |
Joseph Epstein |
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"Then how do you account for the success of that pig Singer?" She did not so much pronounce as spit his name.
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March 2008 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr. led a charmed life; obliviousness, personal and political, helped.
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February 2008 |
Joseph Epstein |
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A story.
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June 2007 |
Joseph Epstein |
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A story.
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November 2006 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Can personal affection survive a clash over the ideas that really count?
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July/August 2006 |
Joseph Epstein |
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June 2006 |
Joseph Epstein |
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The great dailies seem to be fading as fast as yesterday's news; can this be wholly bad?
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January 2006 |
Joseph Epstein |
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What, apart from a tawdry personal life, remains of "our last great man of letters?"
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December 2005 |
Joseph Epstein |
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A habit of childhood has grown increasingly difficult to feed.
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July/August 2005 |
Joseph Epstein |
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A Story.
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June 2005 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Did the memorable New Yorker writer have anything memorable to say?
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December 2004 |
Joseph Epstein |
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A story.
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November 2004 |
Joseph Epstein |
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There is an art to destroying literary reputations; mastering it takes more than mere talent.
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September 2004 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Can neuroscience explain why a scribbler scribbles, much less the art of a Henry James?
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April 2004 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Fallible they may have been, but, unlike today's fathers, yesterday's did not always seem so nervous in the service.
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November 2003 |
Joseph Epstein |
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The professorial life brought decent pay, unbeatable hours, and, on occasion, students worth teaching.
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February 2003 |
Joseph Epstein |
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A story.
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November 2002 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Looking down one's nose is an unappreciated art, and trickier than one might think.
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June 2002 |
Joseph Epstein |
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A story.
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May 2002 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Or, the art of deciding which contemporary fiction merits attention in the age of Oprah.
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January 2002 |
Joseph Epstein |
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When my brother was born my mother, phoning from her room at Michael Reese Hospital, asked what name I would like to give him. I was five years old.
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November 2001 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Two days after my father's eighty-third birthday, it began: what Dr. Myron Spiegelman, the neurologist at Northwestern University Hospital, called "failure-of-word-retrieval syndrome."
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October 2001 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Where the hell is my Complete Poems of Cavafy?; or, how W.H. Auden, Jacques Barzun, and Lionel Trilling sold books.
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July/August 2001 |
Joseph Epstein |
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Driving up the Edens Expressway, looking for the eastbound exit to Dundee Road, I wondered whether accepting this invitation had been such a hot idea.
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June 2001 |
Joseph Epstein |
