Ross Perot, R.I.P.
City Journal | July 10, 2019
A Look Back, Forty Years Later
| Hannibal Boxing Media
The ambiguities of John McCain’s political career cannot supersede his devotion to a warrior’s code
| City Journal
Mike Stanton’s biography of Rocky Marciano reveals a fighter as great as remembered but a man more complicated than most knew
| National Review
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When Bob Dylan sang Frank Sinatra
Great boxers have usually had strong connections to their cities.
| City Journal, Autumn 2017
Your room smelled like Burt’s Bees; your still-wiry hair felt like a texture from some other world. The only sound was the low ticking of a clock. These were the most peaceful moments of my life.
| First Things
An early-twentieth-century grassroots movement for mass secondary education positioned the nation for world leadership.
| City Journal, The Shape of Work to Come 2017
A new documentary series makes it seem as if icons of the 1920s—from Jack Dempsey to Charles Lindbergh—still walk among us.
Two new books, timely in different ways
| City Journal
His refusal to serve wasn’t motivated by conscience, but by fear of being killed by the Nation of Islam.
| The Wall Street Journal
| The American Conservative
Marking 75 years since the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.
As a series of planned remakes shows, classic monster films retain some cultural appeal.
Forty years on, America’s bicentennial cohesion may be unrecoverable.
Muhammad Ali's mixed legacy includes bringing the sports page to the front page.
Ted Gioia demystifies jazz.
Taking the spikes off Ty Cobb
The World at War, a 1973 series, remains an essential primer on history's deadliest conflict.
| City Journal, Spring 2016
Steven Spielberg’s Jaws turns 40.
| City Journal
| City Journal, Spring 2015
| City Journal, Winter 2014
The Doors frontman and his admiral father lived a generation's turmoil.
Mike Tyson: delinquent, champion, felon, addict, penitent.
| City Journal, Winter 2013
Looking back on the great storm of 1888—and some others
| The Millions
Boxing, today relegated to the margins, was once central to American life.
| City Journal, Summer 2011
| The American Spectator
30 years ago in Knoxville, one punch turned John Tate's inspiring story into a tragedy...
| Boxing News
In Vietnam, the McCain ambiguities disappear. Here McCain endured things and saw others that would destroy most human beings.
Mike Stanton’s biography of Rocky Marciano reveals a fighter as great as remembered but a man more complicated than most knew.
In the difference between Sinatra’s arrangements and Dylan’s one can trace a cultural history of the last half-century or so, in sound, and it is Dylan’s sound, for better and worse, that has won out: roughness over purity, vernacular over formality, suggestive and cryptic over direct and earnest.
Only a nation founded on principles of equality and self-government would have contemplated mass secondary education.
The truth, though hard to make out under the thick moss of mythology, is that Ali refused induction not out of principle but from fear of disobeying Elijah Muhammad...
Seventy-five years later, the oil is still leaking from the Arizona; droplets come to the surface in ghostly rainbow patterns...
...in a pre-social media age, Ali didn’t need anything so desperate as Facebook; Twitter trails breadcrumbs in his wake.
No more damaging accusation exists in modern America than that of bigotry. Once levied, it is a charge reluctantly retracted, and the dead have a particularly hard time winning acquittal.
It started with a Scholastic book on the Titanic that my seven-year-old, Grace, brought home late last fall.
Old houses creak, as everybody knows, but until you’ve lived in one, you don’t believe it.
We had 27 inches of snow to clear that morning...before we could call Tull, the funeral director, to pick up the body.
...the Great Blizzard of 1888...descended on New York... with the stealth of a sneak attack and the force of a bomb... minimal visibility and whipping winds blowing snow crystals around that felt like shards of glass
Even as its popularity has ebbed, boxing flickers in the American consciousness.
The gloves bring to mind a familiar image: a narrow, roped square; eager spectators surrounding the ring; and, in the fighters’ corners, old, wrinkled seconds with Q-tips behind their ears, holding buckets.