The long arm of the DEA reaches into Liberia to bust a cocaine trafficker.
Perhaps because your people have always hunted them. But also because there’s demand in New York fashion circles for their pelts.
The East India Company was once “too big to fail.”
The British and Irish have coined some fabulous terms to describe nature and landscrape. “Doofers” is the Scots’ term for horse-shit; “clinkerbell” means icicle in Hampshire.
A leading Guantanamo interrogator was once a Chicago police detective accused of police brutality.
It’s not just the virus that stands in the way, it’s bureaucratic logistics, and the frightening look of those hazmat suits.
A draft dodger invents a pop music career for himself – without recording any songs.
A writer befriends a street addict in the Bronx – and then takes her back to her mother in Oklahoma.
Trolls are frustrating, cruel and frightening creatures of the internet deep. But something surprising happens when one writer tries to deal with the worst of hers: He turns out to have a conscience.
Alex Malarkey co-wrote a bestselling book about a near-death experience. Last week he admitted he made it up. Why wasn’t anyone listening to a quadriplegic boy and a mother who simply wanted to tell the truth?
Since exposing the Neapolitan mafia by publishing Gomorrah at age 27, Roberto Saviano has lived for nearly a decade under armed guard, shuttling between anonymous hotels and army barracks.