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Kurt Andersen

September 5, 2005 | The Imperial City
The Golden-Boy Nominee

John Roberts’s clubby pedigree (Harvard, D.C. power-firm) soothes liberals. Now we just have to hope he doesn’t act the way we once did.

August 8, 2005 | The Imperial City
I Want My HBO

How the network started losing its mojo, when it may come back�soon�and why we should approach it with Groszügigkeit.

August 15, 2005 | The Imperial City
Damned If We Do, and Don't

Should the NYPD practice counterterrorist profiling in the subway? Maybe�quietly, unofficially, sensibly�it already is.

July 25, 2005 | The Imperial City
Centrist Mountain Time

At the Aspen Institute’s glitzy-wonky summer camp last week, conservatives sounded like liberals, and vice versa. How bracing.

June 20, 2005 | The Imperial City
Welcome to the Sausage Factory

A lot of motley, sometimes suspect ingredients go into journalism, including anonymous sources. But that doesn’t mean they’re not good for you.

June 6, 2005 | The Imperial City
A Very Familiar Magazine

Radar seeks to be one of those �rare titles� that �define a cultural moment by getting there first.� But if that’s the goal, shouldn’t it be more original?

May 23, 2005 | The Imperial City
Ground Zero to Sixty

Yes, the rebuilding process has been seriously, embarrassingly derailed. But the last thing Pataki should do is try�yet again�to fast-track it.

May 9, 2005 | The Imperial City
What's the Matter With Flakiness?

The traits that make Bob Kerrey such an appealingly gonzo politician are just what today’s political system needs. He should be mayor. Or president.

April 25, 2005 | The Imperial City
Too Big Not to Fail

Will someone tell the mayor it’s not 1966? The West Side doesn’t need a colossal stadium. Just look a bit downtown to see how urban development really works.

March 14, 2005 | The Imperial City
Premodern America

As Dan Rather’s old-media world fades out, the future is beginning to look weirdly like the past. Welcome to the neo�nineteenth century.