Traster files another report from the bucolic burbs.

Davis Schneiderman and Cris Mazza discuss book publicity, the perils of the new media universe, leprechauns, and dogs.

Sabine Heinlein finds out what New York fortunetellers and therapists have in common: They don’t know what they’re talking about.

Josh Axelrad counts cards professionally, loses 3 Gs, and denies himself the comfort of home and the Comfort Inn, respectively.

If you look forward to Julia Roberts in Eat, Pray, Love, you’re probably going to hate me.

I greatly appreciated DM’s fine remark that you have to be in a relationship to understand that locations can become “haunted” (my word) with decisive emotional events that have taken place there. The writer is talking about the couple’s home. And aren’t there places in your own home, in my case one is the end of a cabinet in the dining room, where you will never forget what was said there? The atmosphere lingers, like a faint smoke or an odd feint of light.

Kris Saknussemm’s personal highlights of New York.

A review of the reviews of Bill Clegg’s Portrait of an Addict as a Young Man.

Amy Shearn strolls down the street in Manhattan and sees some things.