The End of Mystery
When a helicopter goes down, the men on the ground get to work. From the wreckage of torn metal, black boxes, and lifeless bodies, a model of what went wrong rises.
Aquarius Wept
And flights of Angels sang Meredith Hunter to his rest. After Woodstock and love came Altamont and disaster, and after Altamont came its definitive history in the pages of Esquire (now available for the first time online).
The Last Abortion Doctor
For thirty-six years, Warren Hern has been one of the few doctors in America to specialize in late abortions. George Tiller was another. And when Dr. Tiller was murdered that Sunday in church, Warren Hern became the only one left.
Nate Silver to Republicans: Raise Taxes
The GOP is no longer the party of the rich. It’s a populist party now, and the deficit can be its ticket back.
Frank Sinatra Has a Cold
Published in April 1966, one of the most celebrated magazine stories ever published, a pioneering example of what came to be called New Journalism.
Jeb Bush: The Future of the Republican Party
With no obvious candidate to lead the Republican party (and one having just stepped down), some are looking to Jeb Bush. Which is news to him.
What the Trucker Knows: A Checkup on the Card-Check Law
“How do you know when a Teamster is dead?” “The donut falls out of his hand.” That’s one of the oldest Teamster jokes — one of many I compiled years ago during the course of a lengthy investigation into union corruption and thuggery in Hollywood.
Down & Out in Fresno and San Francisco
From the ten-dollar-a-month tent by the tracks to the residence hotels of the Tenderloin, life at the bottom is new for some people, more of a permanent condition for others. And it’s not all bad. A word to the wise: no pictures.
Inside the Bunker with Holocaust Deniers
The people who believe that the Holocaust did not happen meet regularly, in secret, to exchange theories and research. Are they anti-Semites, or are they just horribly mistaken?
Stories My Father Told Me
When America went to “the dark side” to fight terrorism, she became unrecognizable to the world. That’s when my father took on the case of Guantánamo prisoner number 707 and became unrecognizable to me.