5 Best-Sellers I’ll never write
The Goya EncryptionThe day after Thanksgiving, a shriek rings out on Madison Avenue when Barney’s “The Nude in Art” holiday windows are unveiled. Sprawled on a divan, in the tribute to Francisco Goya’s “Maja,” is the body of a window dresser who died after managing to scrawl “Make it Work“ on the glass in his own blood. Interpreting this as a message to Project Runway’s Tim Gunn, who has mysteriously disappeared, NY Culture Squad detective Tiffany Glasz partners with the window dresser’s handsome model/protegee to solve both mysteries. They find themselves plunged into a hidden international world of codes, secrets and a shocking secret society of vampires to

Knowing When to Leave
“...and my heart rate was accelerated when I woke up,” the 25-35-year-old woman behind me enthused. “I have to get on the machines today!”I know how old she was because of her voice. She used that nasal prep-school drone that has been adopted by the aspiring class of young urban women, all of whom seem to want to sound like Gwyneth Paltrow in “A Perfect Murder” (“That’s not happiness to see me”). I find it infinitely preferable to the previously favored “question” intonation. You know? Where every statement is broken into tiny fragments? Each ending in a rise? Like a question? That was a speech pattern that used to drive me crazy. It still does; it sti