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Onion's Bitter Tears Of Irony
by By Jeffrey Benner, in Wired News, Sep 27, 2001.
In just 24 hours, the issue has already become the Onion's most successful ever.

The Unknowns
by By John Seabrook, in The New Yorker, Sep 24, 2001.
Is delivering the grieving families from the purgatory of what's known as "ambiguous grief" worth the time and expense of testing every single piece of every body that is found?

Toward Peace
by By Alan Rifkin, in Salon, Sep 27, 2001.
There's prayer, and then there's the wife and money trouble and Billy Graham.

Personalities Non Grata?
by By David Shaw, in Los Angeles Times, Sep 25, 2001.
Celebrity magazines face the need to reshape their coverage to fit the nation's newly serious mood, but editors don't expect a radical shift.

Still Pictures That Are Far More Moving Than Words
by By Peter Carlson, in Washington Post, Sep 25, 2001.
There were plenty of evocative and provocative words, but the photographs told the story best.

Newspaper Funnies Will Be Anything But In Weeks To Come
by By Brian Steinberg, in Dow Jones, Sep 24, 2001.
Just as the nation gets ready for a sustained conflict, so too are its comic pages.

To Kill A Mockingbird
by By Roger Ebert, in Chicago Sun-Times, Sep 23, 2001.
It is a beautifully-written book, but it should be used not as a record of how things are, or were, but of how we once liked to think of them.

The Man Who Conquered The Towers
by By Terril Yue Jones, in Los Angeles Times, Sep 24, 2001.
High-wire artist Philippe Petit dreams of dancing above New York one more time.

Strangers In A Familiar Land
by By Voahirana Ralay, in Washington Post, Sep 23, 2001.
On her first trip back to Madagascar in nine years, a fine balance between sightseeing and homecoming awaits.

Words Of Comfort
by By Robert McCrum, in The Observer, Sep 16, 2001.
There has been anger, outrage, and screaming headlines, but also a terrible failure of language.

Rescue Airlines, But Attach Some Strings
by By Dan Gillmor, in San Jose Mercury News, Sep 18, 2001.
We should bail out our airlines — but only if we get something in return.

Artists Talk About Performing In A Time Of Tragedy
by By Peter Marks, in New York Times, Sep 20, 2001.
On stages across New York and in concert halls around the world over the last week it came down again and again to the same delicate question: under what circumstance was it appropriate for actors to act, dancers to dance and singers to sing?

The Networks Show Their Competitive Stripes
by By Tom Shales, in Washington Post, Sep 20, 2001.
"Our news is not only better than the other guys', but we're more patriotic, too."

Among The Ruins
by By Inigo Thomas, in Slate, Sep 19, 2001.
Why are ruins compelling?

Of Altruism, Heroism And Nature's Gifts In The Face Of Terror
by By Natalie Angier, in New York Times, Sep 18, 2001.
Nothing and nobody can fully explain the source of the emotional genius that has been everywhere on display.

Onion Saving New Jokes For Another Day
by By Gemma Tarlach, in Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, Sep 15, 2001.
The fun stops here. For now.

Nostradamus Called It!
by By Janelle Brown, in Salon, Sep 17, 2001.
Internet conspiracy theorists are having a field day after the attacks.

Journalism's Surreal Reality Check
by By Howard Kurtz, in Washington Post, Sep 17, 2001.
To look at anything published before Tuesday at 8.45 a.m. is to realize how suddenly, dramatically, unalterably the world has changed. And that means journalism will also change, indeed is changing before our eyes.

San Francisco: A Penny Saved In The Costly City By The Bay
by By Craig Nakano, in Los Angeles Times, Sep 16, 2001.
No hitchhiking. No means that could be super-sized or eaten on a stick. No hotels where the desk clerk sits behind bulletproof glass or the beds take quarters.

Sometimes You Need To Stop Watching
by By Eric Deggans, in St. Petersburg Times, Sep 13, 2001.
"Visual images (go directly) to the most primitive parts of our psyche... pushing all the fear buttons."

Jeez, Mom, I'm OK! Manic Calls, Worry From Everywhere
by By Tunku Varadarajan, in Wall Street Journal, Sep 14, 2001.
Within minutes, dozens of friends had checked in — even people whose existence you'd forgotten.

Talk To Me
by By Lauren Slater, in New York Times, Sep 23, 2001.
"Don't hang up," I said, and he didn't, we didn't, we just stayed on the phone, Arthur and I.

Death, Terror And Business Journalists
by By David D. Kirkpatrick, in New York Times, Sep 15, 2001.
Reporters face the death or disappearance of people they were meeting just last week for breakfast, schmoozing with over the phone or trading jokes with by e-mail. Unlike war correspondents or crime reporters, many young business reporters are happily unaccustomed to working in close proximity to violence and the loss of life.

Real Shock, Fear Rivals Anything On Reel
by By Roger Ebert, in Chiacgo Sun-Times, Sep 12, 2001.
Me, me, me — and thousands dead.

How Good Were The World Trade Center Pilots?
by By James Fallows, in Slate, Sep 11, 2001.
Odds are that at least three of the four hijacked airplanes were flown by experienced pilots, who one way or another had gotten big-jet training.

Why The Towers Collapsed
by By Bill Wyman, in Salon, Sep 11, 2001.
The jetliners hit the World Trade Center buildings at a vulnerable point.

Movies The Way God Meant Them To Be Seen
by By Roger Ebert, in Salon, Sep 11, 2001.
What do Fred Astaire's feet, Kirk Douglas' dimple and Willie Wonka's hat have in common? Boneheaded studios and incompetent projectionaists are cropping them out of the picture.

A Good Move, After All
by By Rick Newman, in Washington Post, Sep 9, 2001.
New Yorkers are rude, but at least they're getting somewhere.

Sell Me A Story
by By Steven E. Landsburg, in Slate, Sep 6, 2001.
Two skyscrapers, built at the same time in the same block. One's much taller. Why?

Elitist And Proud Of It
by By Christopher Knight, in Los Angeles Times, Sep 2, 2001.
Art museums fear the "E" word so much that exhibition quality is suffering. But even sports fans know high standards are a good thing.

Today's Special? Discounts All Around
by By Florence Fabricant, in New York Times, Sep 5, 2001.
To keep those tables filled, they're trying everything from newfound graciousness to gimmicks that would seem familiar on supermarket coupons.

Combating The Brand Priates And Logo Thieves
by By Elen Lewis, in The Guardian, Sep 3, 2001.
The Internet's relative freedom from controls makes it a paradise for criminals selling fake goods or activists spoiling the reputation of big name companies. But now the firms are fighting back.

Hearing The Call
by By Liza Mundy, in Washington Post, Sep 2, 2001.
Now the pay phone symbolizes not unity, but bifurcation; not belonging, but alienation; not connectivity, but a state of literally being not connected. Now a cell phone is what the haves have and a pay phone is what the have-nots have.

How We Lost Our Sense Of Smell
by By AS Byatt, in The Guardian, Sep 1, 2001.
We are assaulted by chemical scents from all sides and can no longer trust our own noses.

And The Best Internet Art Is... Virtually Anything
by By Matthe Mirapaul, in New York Times, Sep 3, 2001.
It is the Internet category that has sparked controversy, demonstrating that the Salzburg Festival is not the only Austrian summer arts gathering with a penchant for stirring passions.