On the future of the liberal Israeli newspaper Haartez.

How a journalism professor named Dan Sinker became the most entertaining part of the Chicago mayoral race.

As early as 1948, the Oscars sucked.

A manifesto from one of the first professional bloggers on a new ‘golden age of journalism.’

First-person accounts from the 2004 siege of a Russian school in Beslan by Chechen terrorists.

“One evening, my home phone rang. ‘You have a collect call from Bernard Madoff, an inmate at a federal prison,’ a recording announced. And there he was.”

GQ moved up the release of this Charlie Sheen profile: ”The fucking AA shit. The sobriety shit. It was always for other people. I just wanted to get a job back and get enough money to tell everybody to go fuck themselves and then roll like Errol Flynn and Frank Sinatra—the good parts of those guys.”

On existing as a girl in the boy’s club that is the world.

The Gabrielle Giffords shooting, from the vantage point of three central figures: Daniel Hernandez helped save the congresswoman’s life; Patricia Maisch stopped the shooter from reloading; Bill Badger tackled him.

At the very bottom of the porn totem pole is the “mope”, a barely paid assistant who hangs around and occasionally performs. Stephen Hill was mope-ing for Ultima Studios in exchange for pocket money and a place to crash. Learning he was going to be evicted, he sharpened a prop machete.

On the structural underpinnings of the revolts currently shaking the Arab world.

She was last seen leaving a pickup bar, her body was found the next morning in the dirt beside a football field. He was ten. Thirty-six years later, the author investigates his mother’s murder.