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Michael Jordan and the World He Made

The NBA Finals tipoff tonight, with LeBron James gunning for his third straight title. Unquestionably the best player in the world today, James would become one of the best of all-time with another championship.

But he'd still only be halfway to Michael Jordan.

Our latest pick from Open Road Media's archive is the greatest book ever written about the NBA's greatest player: David Halberstam's Playing for Keeps. It tells the story of Jordan's rise, his talent, his unrivaled competitiveness and how the NBA capitalized on his massive appeal.

The book is trademark Halberstam, thorough and fascinating. One of our favorite parts: the chapter on Jordan's first championship, which is available free on Longform.

Download Playing for Keeps between now and June 9 for the special price of $4.99 at Amazon, Apple or Barnes & Noble.

The Bin Laden Files

Following the raid that killed Osama bin Laden, the Pakistani government set up a commission to establish how U.S. forces could have violated Pakistani sovereignty without repercussions, and how Bin Laden came to reside secretly in Pakistan for so long. This is what they found.

  1. The Bin Ladens' Life on the Run

    The day-to-day monotony and close calls of Bin Laden’s years on the lam.

  2. Bin Laden Raid Reveals 'State Failure'

    How Pakistan helped allow Bin Laden to go undetected for so long.

  3. The Raid: How It Happened

    The story of the night Bin Laden was killed, as told by those in the crosshairs.

The Death Dealer

In 2009, three followers of an Oprah-endorsed motivational speaker named James Arthur Ray died in an Arizona sweat lodge. Now, after serving two years in prison for negligent homicide, Ray is trying to get back on the self-help circuit.

In the Land of the Dear Leader

The author travels to North Korea in the years after Kim Jong Il’s succession. He also gets a haircut:

But suddenly the whole chair starts vibrating and I find myself surrendering to her, as she begins to knead the acupressure points on my forehead and neck. Next it's ginseng unguent all over my face. Gobs of pomade smelling like bubble gum go on my hair. Then, like a true daughter of the revolution, she upholsters her blow dryer and begins combing in the pomade and sculpting my now subdued hair. The pungent aroma of heated pomade, like fat frying in a pan, fills the room. My stylist gives my hair a little twist with the comb. It feels like she's making a Dairy Queen curl on top. Then she fries it in place with the dryer. Another dab of pomade. More mincing motions with the comb. Another blast of hot air. Suddenly I feel a moist breeze around my ears. She's taken out a can of imported aerosol spray and is cementing her creation in place. She's delicately patting my new coiffure now the way a baker taps a loaf of bread to see if it's springy to the touch. She murmurs something. I'm breathless with expectation. I open my eyes and gaze into the mirror. Magnifique! It looks like I have a loofah sponge on my head! I am reborn -- a cross between Elvis and a 1950s Bulgarian hydrology expert! At last I have become a true son of Pyongyang!

The Autumn of Joan Didion

Didion’s genius is that she understands what it is to be a girl on the cusp of womanhood, in that fragile, fleeting, emotional time that she explored in a way no one else ever has. Didion is, depending on the reader’s point of view, either an extraordinarily introspective or an extraordinarily narcissistic writer. As such, she is very much like her readers themselves.