The green mango martini at Superbueno, on the corner of First and First in New York City, is easily my new favorite cocktail. There's no vodka involved. Rather, the main ingredient is Patrón infused with green mangoes and accompanied by mango brandy, Sauternes, honey, and a drop of costeño chile oil. Its otherworldly deliciousness and elegance represent in one cocktail how far tequila has come in the U. S. Aficionados know that the Mexican spirit is every bit as complex as whiskey but just as much fun as rum. |
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Fan-favorites are going for just $99. |
| The gold medalist snowboarder—and founder of his own brand, Whitespace—shares his journey to Moncler's fall/winter 2024 show in Switzerland. |
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Life is almost exclusively made up of tiny moments that change your life in tiny ways. Almost unnoticeable ways. And then, every so often, something happens that's so big and so bad that it blights the sun. It's not just your life that changes but the entire world. You. When Butler was twenty-two, his mom was diagnosed with cancer. Lori moved in with her son and, as things got worse, which they did, he served as her primary caregiver. A nurse would come and go; Butler administered her IVs and managed her feeding tubes. "I felt like I had to be a mountain," he says of the weight of that period. But his mother, at the peak of her pain, stunned him. She never lost her faith, he says. She also stayed kind. Impossibly kind. "She would say, 'Austin, on your way to the hospital today, go and pick up flowers for all of the nurses.' " After a pause, he adds, "What a beautiful lesson for me to have: How do you still think of others even when you're hurting?" |
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Last week, the Hugo Awards melted down over unexplained disqualifications. Insiders tell Esquire what really happened—and what it could mean for the future of literary awards. |
| There's no excuse for a dead phone anymore. |
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Some art forms welcome, even require, collaboration. After all, it is the exceptionally rare film or television show that gets made by a single person. But what of literature? Creative literary art forms, particularly fiction and poetry, are inherently solitary pursuits. There is nary a legacy of prosperous partnerships, and almost no tradition at all of enterprises with more than two authors. In literature, we venerate the one over the many, and while it's tempting to explain this away by citing the solitary nature of the practice—or, perhaps, the singular voice written texts seem to represent—I would posit that writing is not, nor has ever truly been, a wholly solitary act, and that collaboration occurs way more often than we like to admit or can even consciously acknowledge. But this tradition of encouraging solo art over teamwork—which in the past has led to the industry of ghostwriting and to numerous incidents of plagiarism—now has a new, fiercer, and much more insidious unintended consequence: the inevitable rise of fiction co-written by AI, and the flattening of literary storytelling. |
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