Books

Jeffrey Sussman’s “Sin City Gangsters” takes us on an impressive journey from the tawdry beginnings of Las Vegas through to its current almost Disney World iteration.

Eric Alterman is back with a typically contentious, hefty, diligently detailed exploration, this time focused on the long-running American debate over Israel.

Paul Goldberger’s architecture criticism gets a revision, and Peter Eliott is out with a fantasy novel.

For connoisseurs of brevity, the 14 pieces in John McCaffrey’s “Automatically Hip,” some only two pages in length, will deliver a sweet take on the short form.

The killing of two Black brothers by a white police officer in Freeport in 1946 was a little-known but pivotal moment in a long and tragic history.

Frederic Tuten’s short prose vignettes accompany his prints in pastels and ink, and the result is delightfully whimsical.

Here is Peter Beard, wildlife photographer, artist, naturalist, author, blue blood, and ladies’ man, considered by someone who knew him well across some 30 years.

One man’s life seen from a belted car seat.

Capt. William Kidd’s wife, Sarah, a shrewd money and property player in her own right, is hereby rescued from history’s dustbin.

A couple of professional historians cut through the agenda-driven amateurism that’s crippling civic discourse.

The Star’s incredibly well-read man in letters bids an insightful farewell to the year that was.

In the second volume of Neal Gabler’s monumental biography, Ted Kennedy’s progressive priorities run up against a resurgent American right.