S&P Lunch in Manhattan, a century-old sandwich shop across from the Flatiron Building, has survived the Depression, a pandemic closure, and a name change.
Competitive chess has never felt this scandalous. Checkmate turns ambition, ego, and one explosive cheating accusation into a nonfiction thriller that’s nearly impossible to put down.
Three people were in that car. Only Mackenzie Shirilla got a documentary — Dominic Russo and Davion Flanagane deserved more. What else was left out of The Crash?
Poets have been chasing patrons, prizes, teaching gigs, and actual paychecks for centuries. So can poetry still be a profession, or has “working poet” always come with an asterisk?