Village Voice

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Two Minutes to Midnight: The Very Last Hurrah

An eyewitness account of Robert Kennedy’s assassination.

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Death of a Playmate

Dorothy Stratten was the focus of the dreams and ambitions of three men. One killed her.

The winner of the 1981 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Writing, available online for the first time.

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Where Were You When Elvis Died?

A eulogy of sorts for the King.

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The Last Executioner

The mysterious life and death of Dow B. Hover, the man who ran New York’s electric chair.

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The Strange Fate of Kim's Video

How the museum-quality 55,000 film collection that an East Village video store gave away ended up in a small, possibly mob-run village in Sicily.

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Julie Delpy Rocks New York

A profile of the actress and screenwriter.

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A Month on the Town

A veteran critic reviews 32 shows in 30 days.

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Hunter Moore Makes a Living Screwing You

A profile Hunter Moore,  the founder of the controversial revenge-porn site Is Anyone Up.

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Online Poker Kings Get Cashed Out

How the Justice Department killed a $2.5 billion industry.

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How to Be a New Yorker

Rule #5: “Be unflappable.”

In that first New York City apartment, not once but twice, cops came to bust brothels operating on our floor. When they attempted to batter down our door instead of our neighbors', we opened up, pointed them in the right direction, and explained cheerily, "Oh, we're not hookers!" To our great satisfaction, the mystery of why that man was always washing sheets in the shared laundry room had finally been solved.
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Let It Bleed

Pete Dexter, profiled.

"I'm sick and tired of the story," says Dexter, though he knows it is a signature moment of his trajectory from newsman to writing some of the most original and important novels in American literature, including the National Book Award–winning Paris Trout (1988), a riveting tale of an unrepentant racist who brutally murders a 14-year-old black girl in a small Georgia town in the late 1940s. Settling deep into a dark-green leather chair near a patio window that offers a commanding view of ferries chugging across the cold blue waters, Dexter begins: "It was not a good column. I was trying to write something I didn't feel." Dexter is referring to the column that almost got him killed.
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Begging Your Pardon, President Obama!

Why has the White House ignored clemency petitions?