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    <title>The New Yorker</title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <category>everything</category>
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    <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sasha Frere-Jones: Political beats.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/notebook/2008/11/24/081124gonb_GOAT_notebook_frerejones</link>
      <description>After Barack Obama conceded defeat at the New Hampshire primary last January, the Black Eyed Peas&amp;#8217; Will.i.am selected quotes from his concession speech and set them to music--sort of. The video for Will.i.am&amp;#8217;s &amp;#8220;Yes We Can&amp;#8221; features a clutch of celebrities singing (or speaking), over Obama and a few&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/notebook/2008/11/24/081124gonb_GOAT_notebook_frerejones</guid>
      <dc:creator>Sasha Frere-Jones</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sasha Frere-Jones: Pink's progress.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/musical/2008/11/24/081124crmu_music_frerejones</link>
      <description>Funhouse,&amp;#8221; the new album by Alecia Moore, who calls herself Pink, has already spawned an enormous hit--her first solo No. 1 in the U.S.--called &amp;#8220;So What,&amp;#8221; an explosion of brattiness and rock-star entitlement that is both maddening and hard to shake. There are cracks in &amp;#8220;Funhouse,&amp;#8221; though&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/musical/2008/11/24/081124crmu_music_frerejones</guid>
      <dc:creator>Sasha Frere-Jones</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rita Dove: "The Bridgetower"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/11/24/081124po_poem_dove</link>
      <description>per il Mulatto Brischdauer 

                gran pazzo e compositore mulattico

                --Ludwig van Beethoven, 1803.
 
          
        If was at the Beginning. If  
        he had been older, if he hadn&amp;#8217;t been  
        dark, brown eyes ablaze  
        in that remarkable face;  
        if he had not been so gifted, so young  
        a genius with no time to&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/11/24/081124po_poem_dove</guid>
      <dc:creator>Rita Dove</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Peter Schjeldahl: The New Orleans Biennial beckons.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/artworld/2008/11/24/081124craw_artworld_schjeldahl</link>
      <description>New Orleans is smaller and poorer than it used to be, as I have confirmed on my first visit there since the floods attendant on Hurricane Katrina obliterated a large part of the city and left much of the rest a mud-gray mess, traces of which aren&amp;#8217;t hard to&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/artworld/2008/11/24/081124craw_artworld_schjeldahl</guid>
      <dc:creator>Peter Schjeldahl</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Peter J. Boyer: The day they came for Addie Polk's house.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_boyer</link>
      <description>In the early afternoon on October 1st, Donald Fatheree, a sheriff&amp;#8217;s deputy in Akron, Ohio, drove his black-and-gold cruiser into one of Akron&amp;#8217;s dying neighborhoods and came to a stop in front of a small white wood-frame house, with a neatly trimmed lawn and a beige Chevrolet&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_boyer</guid>
      <dc:creator>Peter J. Boyer</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Nick Paumgarten: Convivio</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/tables/2008/11/24/081124gota_GOAT_tables_paumgarten</link>
      <description>Tudor City is an odd part of town, a puzzle of dead ends. Convivio, at the heart of it, replicates its screwy feng shui. If you walk in and feel confused--by the cramped, half-hidden bar, by the fact that it&amp;#8217;s no longer L&amp;#8217;Impero, by the narrow path to&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/tables/2008/11/24/081124gota_GOAT_tables_paumgarten</guid>
      <dc:creator>Nick Paumgarten</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Lauren Collins: Bringing the family to the White House.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2008/11/24/081124ta_talk_collins</link>
      <description>After months of open-air rallies and stadium speeches, America&amp;#8217;s political families turned last week to domestic scenery: Sarah Palin in her Wasilla kitchen, mixing baby formula; Michelle Obama discussing with Laura Bush which bedrooms at the White House would be good for Malia and Sasha. The Obamas announced that&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2008/11/24/081124ta_talk_collins</guid>
      <dc:creator>Lauren Collins</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Kelefa Sanneh: "Fringe" and "The Mentalist."</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/television/2008/11/24/081124crte_television_sanneh</link>
      <description>During the last episode of the first season of &amp;#8220;Lost,&amp;#8221; after the castaways had endured yet another near-death experience on their not quite deserted island, the loopy old survivalist known as Locke turned to the valiant doctor, Jack, and delivered his verdict. &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re a man of science,&amp;#8221; he said&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/television/2008/11/24/081124crte_television_sanneh</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kelefa Sanneh</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>John Lahr: David Rabe's America.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2008/11/24/081124crbo_books_lahr</link>
      <description>On the wall of David Rabe&amp;#8217;s television room, at his home in Connecticut, is a photograph of him as a football player at Loras Academy, the Catholic high school in Dubuque, Iowa, where he was a hard-driving running back and linebacker; in the image, he is being tackled, pushed&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2008/11/24/081124crbo_books_lahr</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Lahr</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>James Surowiecki: On how we created the food crisis.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/financial/2008/11/24/081124ta_talk_surowiecki</link>
      <description>This spring, disaster loomed in the global food market. Precipitous increases in the prices of staples like rice (up more than a hundred and fifty per cent in a few months) and maize provoked food riots, toppled governments, and threatened the lives of tens of millions. But the bursting of&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/financial/2008/11/24/081124ta_talk_surowiecki</guid>
      <dc:creator>James Surowiecki</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Jack Handey: The Plan</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2008/11/24/081124sh_shouts_handey</link>
      <description>The plan isn&amp;#8217;t foolproof. For it to work, certain things must happen: 
        --The door to the vault must have accidentally been left open by the cleaning woman. 
        --The guard must bend over to tie his shoes and somehow he gets all the shoelaces tied together. He can&amp;#8217;t get them apart&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2008/11/24/081124sh_shouts_handey</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jack Handey</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hilton Als: On With the Show</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/notebook/2008/11/24/081124gonb_GOAT_notebook_als</link>
      <description>The late filmmaker John Cassavetes directed his wife and muse, the lovely actress Gena Rowlands, in seven films, in his famously intimate, improvisatory way. In their early movies--particularly the raw and underrated &amp;#8220;A Child Is Waiting&amp;#8221;(1963)--Cassavetes established the theme he would pursue throughout his career: the seemingly&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/notebook/2008/11/24/081124gonb_GOAT_notebook_als</guid>
      <dc:creator>Hilton Als</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: The Theatre</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/theatre/2008/11/24/081124goth_GOAT_theatre</link>
      <description>OPENINGS AND PREVIEWS 
        Please call the phone number listed with the theatre for timetables and ticket information.   
          
          
        THE BLACK MONK 
        Kevin Newbury directs a chamber musical by Wendy Kesselman, based on the Chekhov story about an artist from a small village who must negotiate the challenges of his rising success&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/theatre/2008/11/24/081124goth_GOAT_theatre</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Readings and Talks</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/readings/2008/11/24/081124goab_GOAT_above1</link>
      <description>MCNALLY JACKSON BOOKS 
        The sixties vets Ed McClanhan, the author of the newly published autobiographical short-story collection &amp;#8220;O the Clear Moment,&amp;#8221; and the novelist Robert Stone take a look back at the consequential decade. (52 Prince St. No tickets necessary. Nov. 19 at 7.) 
          
        CITY UNIVERSITY OF NEW YORK&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/readings/2008/11/24/081124goab_GOAT_above1</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Papabubble</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/2008/11/24/081124goav_GOAT_avenue_marx</link>
      <description>Remember those pallid sourballs petrifying in the dish on your grandmother&amp;#8217;s coffee table? They are still there, even if your grandmother isn&amp;#8217;t. The sweets at Papabubble, on the other hand, may well have been confected today--you can witness a batch of hard candy being made every couple of hours&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/2008/11/24/081124goav_GOAT_avenue_marx</guid>
      <dc:creator>Patricia Marx</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: On the Horizon</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/horizon/2008/11/24/081124gohz_GOAT_horizon</link>
      <description>MOVIES 
        COLD TURKEY 
        Nov. 28-30 
        As a welcome corrective to Thanksgiving-weekend sentimentality, Walter Reade presents three days of rain on your parade, with the series &amp;#8220;Problem Child: A Cinematic Display of Bad Behavior.&amp;#8221; The program includes such bilious classics as &amp;#8220;The Exorcist,&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;The Fury,&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Mommie Dearest,&amp;#8221; and the rare&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/horizon/2008/11/24/081124gohz_GOAT_horizon</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Night Life</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/nightlife/2008/11/24/081124goni_GOAT_nightlife</link>
      <description>ROCK AND POP 
        Musicians and night-club proprietors live complicated lives; it&amp;#8217;s advisable to call ahead to confirm engagements.  
          
          
        B. B. KING BLUES CLUB &amp;#38; GRILL 
        237 W. 42nd St. (212-997-4144)--Nov. 20: The ska-punk of Southern California&amp;#8217;s Aquabats. Nov. 23: L.A.&amp;#8217;s early-eighties roots-rock pioneers the Blasters&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/nightlife/2008/11/24/081124goni_GOAT_nightlife</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Movies</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/revivals/2008/11/24/081124gomo_GOAT_movies</link>
      <description>OPENING  
          
        THE BETRAYAL 
        A documentary, directed by Ellen Kuras and Thavisouk Phrasavath, about a family&amp;#8217;s journey from Laos to New York. In English and Lao. Opening Nov. 21. (IFC Center.)  
          
        BOLT 
        An animated comedy about a dog who believes he&amp;#8217;s a superhero. With the voice of John Travolta. Directed by&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/revivals/2008/11/24/081124gomo_GOAT_movies</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Holiday Events</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/above/2008/11/24/081124goab_GOAT_above_holiday</link>
      <description>RADIO CITY CHRISTMAS SPECTACULAR&amp;#8221; 
        Nothing says pizzazz like this populist crowd-pleaser, featuring the leggy Rockettes showing off their lithe physiques and precisely choreographed high kicks, an army of dancing Santas, and the multimedia extravaganza of &amp;#8220;New York at Christmas.&amp;#8221; As it has since its very first year, back in&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/above/2008/11/24/081124goab_GOAT_above_holiday</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Dance</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/dance/2008/11/24/081124goda_GOAT_dance</link>
      <description>an experiment set to sounds and words emitted by the dancers themselves, and forays into the music of Stockhausen and the Italian composer Giacinto Scelsi, intelligently interpreted by Magloire&amp;#8217;s capable dancers and topnotch instrumentalists. (City Center Studio 4, at 130 W. 56th St. 212-868-4444. Nov. 22-23 at 8.) 
          
        SAEKO ICHINOHE&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/dance/2008/11/24/081124goda_GOAT_dance</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Classical Music</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/classical/2008/11/24/081124gocl_GOAT_classical</link>
      <description>OPERA  
          
        METROPOLITAN OPERA 
        Anthony Minghella&amp;#8217;s production of &amp;#8220;Madama Butterfly,&amp;#8221; now in its third season at the Met, remains the signature project of Peter Gelb&amp;#8217;s revitalizing tenure at the company. Carolyn Choa, wife of the late director, stages the revival faithfully; the puppeteers of Blind Summit Theatre contribute their special wizardry&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/classical/2008/11/24/081124gocl_GOAT_classical</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: CD Boxed Sets</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/recordings/2008/11/24/081124gore_GOAT_recordings</link>
      <description>Atlantic Vocal Groups 1951-1963&amp;#8221; (Atlantic)--American popular music in the fifties was a stew of jazz, jump blues, and close-harmony groups; by the middle of the decade, rock and roll had taken hold. This four-disk set lovingly illustrates the transition through the era&amp;#8217;s vocal groups--the Clovers, the&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/recordings/2008/11/24/081124gore_GOAT_recordings</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Boxed-Set Roundup</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/revivals/2008/11/24/081124gomo_GOAT_movies_dvd</link>
      <description>The Films of Budd Boetticher&amp;#8221; (Sony)--The Westerns that Boetticher--a hard-nosed man raised on horseback--made for Columbia starring Randolph Scott in the late nineteen-fifties are a stark corrective to triumphalist romanticism. The gaunt, blank-faced Scott takes care of business in the face of constant cruelty&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/revivals/2008/11/24/081124gomo_GOAT_movies_dvd</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Art</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/art/2008/11/24/081124goar_GOAT_art</link>
      <description>MUSEUMS AND LIBRARIES 
          
        METROPOLITAN MUSEUM 
        Fifth Ave. at 82nd St. (212-535-7710)--&amp;#8220;Beyond Babylon: Art, Trade, and Diplomacy in the Second Millennium B.C.&amp;#8221; Through March 15. &amp;#9830;  &amp;#8220;The Philippe de Montebello Years: Curators Celebrate Three Decades of Acquisitions.&amp;#8221; The museum&amp;#8217;s soon-to-be-former director retires in the glow of an&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/art/2008/11/24/081124goar_GOAT_art</guid>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Above and Beyond</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/above/2008/11/24/081124goab_GOAT_above</link>
      <description>ON THIN ICE 
        The American Museum of Natural History is opening a skating rink outside its doors on Nov. 22. The rink, which is a hundred and fifty feet by eighty feet, can accommodate up to two hundred people; at its center is a seventeen-foot-tall polar bear made&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/above/2008/11/24/081124goab_GOAT_above</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Fuchsia Dunlop: In a toxic era, a Hangzhou restaurant pursues purity.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_dunlop</link>
      <description>One day in September, I joined the Chinese restaurateur Dai Jianjun for a foraging expedition on a remote mountainside in Zhejiang Province. Ahead of us, our guide, Bao Laichun, cleared a path, hacking at branches with a bamboo-handled machete. The hawthorn trees around us were heavy with fruit, and&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_dunlop</guid>
      <dc:creator>Fuchsia Dunlop</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Elizabeth Kolbert: Bush rewrites the rules.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2008/11/24/081124taco_talk_kolbert</link>
      <description>When President Jimmy Carter lost his bid for re&amp;#235;lection, in November, 1980, he had lots of unfinished business that he did not intend to leave that way. Carter&amp;#8217;s Administration spent the next several weeks generating regulations at an unprecedented rate, until, in its last month in office, it published more&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2008/11/24/081124taco_talk_kolbert</guid>
      <dc:creator>Elizabeth Kolbert</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Edwidge Danticat: "Ghosts"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2008/11/24/081124fi_fiction_danticat</link>
      <description>Pascal Dorien was living in Bel Air--the Baghdad of Haiti, some people called it, but that would be Cit&amp;#233; Pendue, an even more destitute and brutal neighborhood, where hundreds of middle-school children entering a national art contest drew M-16s and beheaded corpses, and wrote such things as&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2008/11/24/081124fi_fiction_danticat</guid>
      <dc:creator>Edwidge Danticat</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Claire Hoffman: At home with the Artist.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2008/11/24/081124ta_talk_hoffman</link>
      <description>The thirty-thousand-square-foot Italianate villa, built this century by Vanna White&amp;#8217;s ex-husband, looks like many of the other houses in Beverly Park, a gated community in L.A., except for the bright-purple carpet that spills down the front steps to announce its new tenant: Prince. One afternoon&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2008/11/24/081124ta_talk_hoffman</guid>
      <dc:creator>Claire Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Charles Simic: "Master of Disguises"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/11/24/081124po_poem_simic</link>
      <description>Surely he walks among us unrecognized: 
        Some barber, store clerk, delivery man, 
        Pharmacist, hairdresser, bodybuilder, 
        Exotic dancer, gem cutter, dog walker, 
        The blind beggar singing, Oh Lord, remember me, 
          
        Some window decorator starting a fake fire 
        In a fake fireplace while mother and father watch 
        From the couch with their&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/11/24/081124po_poem_simic</guid>
      <dc:creator>Charles Simic</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cartoons from the Issue</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/humor/issuecartoons/2008/11/24/cartoons_20081117</link>
      <description>A collection of cartoons from the issue, plus this week's Cartoon Caption Contest.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/humor/issuecartoons/2008/11/24/cartoons_20081117</guid>
      <dc:creator>The New Yorker</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Calvin Trillin: The best Texas BBQ in the world.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_trillin</link>
      <description>I approached Texas Monthly&amp;#8217;s cover story on &amp;#8220;The Top 50 BBQ   Joints in Texas&amp;#8221; this summer the way a regular reader of People might approach that magazine&amp;#8217;s annual &amp;#8220;Sexiest Man Alive&amp;#8221; feature--with the expectation of seeing some familiar names. There was no reason to think that the list&amp;#8217;s top&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_trillin</guid>
      <dc:creator>Calvin Trillin</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Burkhard Bilger: The rise of extreme beer.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_bilger</link>
      <description>Elephants, like many of us, enjoy a good malted beverage when they can get it. At least twice in the past ten years, herds in India have stumbled upon barrels of rice beer, drained them with their trunks, and gone on drunken rampages. (The first time, they trampled four villagers&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_bilger</guid>
      <dc:creator>Burkhard Bilger</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Books: "Swindled"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted2</link>
      <description>With the revelations in recent months of tainted food--salmonella-infected jalape&amp;#241;os, melamine-laced milk--Wilson&amp;#8217;s latest treatise, on contaminated, adulterated, and fake foods in the modern era, feels almost prophetic. If there&amp;#8217;s a whiff of pedantry to the enterprise, Wilson overwhelms it with sheer detail: the flavor of lead&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted2</guid>
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      <title>Books: "Amarcord"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted4</link>
      <description>Born in Cesenatico, a fishing village near Rimini, in 1931, Hazan married the son of a New York furrier and began cooking for him. Soon, she was giving classes in her Manhattan kitchen, and when Craig Claiborne came to lunch and wrote her up in the Times Hazan was on&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted4</guid>
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      <title>Books: "A Revolution in Taste"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted3</link>
      <description>Pinkard reveals that before the storming of the Bastille a revolution took place at dinner tables all over France, when ornate, liberally spiced medieval styles of cooking were displaced by farm-fresh food prepared so that it &amp;#8220;not only tasted, but also looked, like what it was.&amp;#8221; Le go&amp;#251;t naturel&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted3</guid>
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      <title>Books: "A Day at elBulli"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted1</link>
      <description>In the world of culinary porn, this five-hundred-plus-page tome of photographs from the fabled avant-garde restaurant elBulli, in Spain, is curiously banal. Little of the chef Ferran Adri&amp;#224;&amp;#8217;s radical genius can be detected in the brochurelike text (&amp;#8220;To produce a great wine you need the best&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/24/081124crbn_brieflynoted1</guid>
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      <title>Anthony Lane: Help Wanted</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/notebook/2008/11/24/081124gonb_GOAT_notebook_lane</link>
      <description>With immaculate timing, Film Forum has scheduled a series of Carole Lombard films: the perfect response to recession, depression, and other ills, whether of the economy or the soul. One of her most glittering works, showing on Nov. 21 and Nov. 22, is &amp;#8220;My Man Godfrey,&amp;#8221; directed by Gregory La&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/notebook/2008/11/24/081124gonb_GOAT_notebook_lane</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anthony Lane</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Anthony Lane: "Slumdog Millionaire" and "A Christmas Tale."</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/cinema/2008/11/24/081124crci_cinema_lane</link>
      <description>The new Danny Boyle film is called &amp;#8220;Slumdog Millionaire,&amp;#8221; and a fine title it is, too. As with other mutt-flavored titles, like &amp;#8220;Reservoir Dogs,&amp;#8221; it sounds like a rabid, crank-it-up rock album that decided to become a movie at the last moment. And here&amp;#8217;s the clever part&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/cinema/2008/11/24/081124crci_cinema_lane</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anthony Lane</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-17T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>John Lahr: Botched love in Kevin Elyot and John Patrick Shanley.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/theatre/2008/11/17/081117crth_theatre_lahr</link>
      <description>To the list of playwrights whose gravestones should read &amp;#8220;Finally, a Plot&amp;#8221; let us add the name of Britain&amp;#8217;s Kevin Elyot. Elyot&amp;#8217;s 2001 play &amp;#8220;Mouth to Mouth&amp;#8221; (directed by Mark Brokaw, at the Acorn) is a Proustian exercise in guilt recollected in tranquillity. The play begins and ends in a&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/theatre/2008/11/17/081117crth_theatre_lahr</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Lahr</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Joan Acocella: The rise of overparenting.</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2008/11/17/081117crbo_books_acocella</link>
      <description>We&amp;#8217;ve all been there--that is, in the living room of friends who invited us to dinner without mentioning that this would include a full-evening performance by their four-year-old. He sings, he dances, he eats all the hors d&amp;#8217;oeuvres. When you try to speak to his parents&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2008/11/17/081117crbo_books_acocella</guid>
      <dc:creator>Joan Acocella</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Readings and Talks</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/readings/2008/11/17/081117goab_GOAT_above1</link>
      <description>HOUSING WORKS BOOKSTORE CAF&amp;#201; 
        Nov. 11 at 7: &amp;#8220;Literary Death Match,&amp;#8221; Opium Magazine&amp;#8217;s competitive reading series, is taping a TV pilot featuring readings that are eight minutes or less, by Mishna Wolff, Amy Sohn, Tao Lin, and Alex Rose. The judges are Ben Greenman, an editor at this magazine, the&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/readings/2008/11/17/081117goab_GOAT_above1</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Night Life</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/nightlife/2008/11/17/081117goni_GOAT_nightlife</link>
      <description>ROCK AND POP 
        Musicians and night-club proprietors live complicated lives; it&amp;#8217;s advisable to call ahead to con-firm engagements.  
          
          
        B. B. KING BLUES CLUB &amp;#38; GRILL 
        237 W. 42nd St. (212-997-4144)--Nov. 14: Big Daddy Kane is an elder statesman of hip-hop whose libidinous braggadocio set a template for&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/nightlife/2008/11/17/081117goni_GOAT_nightlife</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Dance</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/dance/2008/11/17/081117goda_GOAT_dance</link>
      <description>INBAL PINTO DANCE COMPANY 
        In &amp;#8220;Shaker&amp;#8221; (made with the company&amp;#8217;s co-director, Avshalom Pollak), Pinto takes us inside a snow globe. (Joyce, 175 Eighth Ave., at 19th St. 212-242-0800. Nov. 11-12 at 7:30, Nov 13-15 at 8, and Nov. 16 at 2 and 7:30.) 
          
        BEBE MILLER COMPANY 
        In &amp;#8220;Necessary Beauty&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/dance/2008/11/17/081117goda_GOAT_dance</guid>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Classical Music</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/classical/2008/11/17/081117gocl_GOAT_classical</link>
      <description>OPERA 
          
        METROPOLITAN OPERA 
        In a very respectable revival of &amp;#8220;La Traviata,&amp;#8221; Anja Harteros, Massimo Giordano, and &amp;#381;eljko Lu&amp;#269;i&amp;#263; sing handsomely against Franco Zeffirelli&amp;#8217;s glittery and dramatically inert production; the conductor, Paolo Carignani, leads his singers with a sympathy that avoids self-indulgence. (Nov. 12 at 8&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/classical/2008/11/17/081117gocl_GOAT_classical</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Art</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/art/2008/11/17/081117goar_GOAT_art</link>
      <description>MUSEUMS AND LIBRARIES 
          
        METROPOLITAN MUSEUM 
        Fifth Ave. at 82nd St. (212-535-7710)--&amp;#8220;The Philippe de Montebello Years: Curators Celebrate Three Decades of Acquisitions.&amp;#8221; Through Feb. 1. |  &amp;#8220;Giorgio Morandi, 1890-1964.&amp;#8221; Through Dec. 14. |  &amp;#8220;Landscapes Clear and Radiant: The Art of Wang Hui (1632-1717).&amp;#8221; Through Jan. 4. |  &amp;#8220;Royal Porcelain from the Twinight Collection&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/art/2008/11/17/081117goar_GOAT_art</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Goings on About Town: Above and Beyond</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/above/2008/11/17/081117goab_GOAT_above</link>
      <description>JOSEPH MITCHELL CENTENNIAL 
        In the fall of 2005, the Fulton Fish Market moved upstream from its historic East River location to a new home in the Bronx. For the past three years, Naima Rauam, an artist who spent more than two decades painting watercolors of the venders and their surrounding&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/events/above/2008/11/17/081117goab_GOAT_above</guid>
      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Books: "The City&amp;#8217;s End"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/17/081117crbn_brieflynoted4</link>
      <description>This richly detailed book celebrates the enduring cultural significance of New York with an account of our unending desire to envision its demise. Since the nineteenth century, when the city established itself as a symbol not only of power and wealth but of racial diversity and class stratification, New York&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Books: "Remix"</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/brieflynoted/2008/11/17/081117crbn_brieflynoted3</link>
      <description>As Lessig, a law professor at Stanford, sees it, if intellectual-property law is left as it is an entire generation will be criminalized. He argues that the ways in which young people break copyright laws help them to become the sort of people we want them to be--creative&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-11-10T05:00:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Anthony Lane: "Quantum of Solace."</title>
      <link>http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/cinema/2008/11/17/081117crci_cinema_lane</link>
      <description>Who wants to be James Bond? Everyone of the male sex, pretty much, in the old days. Schoolboys dreamed of growing up to be 007, and middle-aged men lay awake, in the small hours, and wondered why they had grown into something else--how it was that their wristwatches&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.&amp;#160;.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anthony Lane</dc:creator>
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