Neil Steinberg began writing for the Chicago Sun-Times in 1984, and joined the staff in 1987 as a feature writer.
He became a columnist in …Read More
Most art is garbage. I think we can all agree on that. You could take 99 percent of the paintings ever painted and burn them, using 99 percent of the poems ever written as kindling, and the world would be no poorer for it. It’s …Read More
One aspect of the Holiday Train that might elude the causal observer is that though it is festooned with lights, staffed by CTA workers dressed as elves, handing out candy canes and Holiday Train schedules, it is also a working L train.
I am not an atheist. Atheists are zealots, too, elevating denial of the divine into a kind of faux religion, complete with pieties, and manage to be as aggressive and joyless as those who at least can blame a higher power for making them the way they are.
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NEIL STEINBERG: In the pantheon of urban development nightmares, there is really only one city block that can be described as famous or, more precisely, infamous: Block 37.
Man-in-the-street interviews are usually the lowest rung of journalistic tedium. Tapping regular folk on the shoulder, collecting their unexceptional opinions about passing issues — “Why yes, it is cold.” “No, I prefer the fat Elvis stamp.” But one particular temperature-taking sticks in my mind and …
So I’m up at 5 a.m., too early to start working. Might as well browse online. As a change of pace, I slide over to the Daily Beast, the online remnant of Newsweek. Naming the site for the London tabloid in Evelyn Waugh’s comic novel …
My first reaction to Derrick Rose’s second knee blowout was selfish. Oh great. I finally surrender to this stuff, reach a point where tipoff finds me on the sofa, ready to savor the action. Little Neil, a sports fan at last. Now this.
I’m a supporter of Christmas-season giving and the charitable stirrings it prompts in even the hardest of anthracite hearts, like mine. The Season of Sharing program run by the Sun-Times pairs the willing and able with letters from underprivileged Chicago kids. Join in.
The hard truth that we don’t talk about much is that, civic boosterism aside, there is the lush downtown of the Magnificent Mile and the Museum campus, the Loop, the flush North Side, trendy near Northwest and so many great places in the city that it’s easy and pleasant to forget there are spots where Chicago’s money and magic never seem to reach.
NEIL STEINBERG: When people talk and write about John F. Kennedy’s assassination, as they’ve done continually for the half century since it occurred, 50 years ago, it is as a staggering blow of shock and sorrow — similar to what one might feel when an admired, loved and successful son, or brother, or father is cruelly plucked away forever. The late Sun-Times editorial cartoonist Bill Mauldin captured that grief with one drawing.
300Five hours, exactly; from Sir Andrew Davis striking up the orchestra Sunday to when the audience stood potching our hands together to thank the cast for putting on such a vigorous performance of Wagner’s last opera, “Parsifal.” And while I don’t want to suggest that …
While Pope Francis has issued a series of bracingly human statements, bishops closer to home are not showing the kind of flexibility. Thomas Paprocki, bishop of Springfield, plans to hold an exorcism Wednesday to coincide with Gov. Pat Quinn signing same-sex marriage into law in Illinois.
Warm glow of babywearing disappears with a stumble and trip to the emergency room
The issue of housing for people with disabilities is an old one. The state is pushing to move people out of institutions into small, independent living residences. Misericordia’s Sister Rosemary Connelly is worried.
Two weeks ago Sunday, The New York Times ran a full-page ad for the Shinola Runwell, a watch assembled in Detroit of parts made in Switzerland. An attractive watch. But if I’ve learned one thing about watches, it is that any watch that appeals to …
A courtesan is not a prostitute. Let’s be clear about that from the start. Violetta, the heroine of Verdi’s “La Traviata,” which 100 lucky readers will attend with me for free later this month in the sixth annual Sun-Times Goes to the Lyric Sweepstakes, does not sell her favors for money.
Winter’s coming. Only a nip so far, a taste of the low 30s, a kiss of frost, then a scramble back into the arms of the sunny mid-50s, which felt like spring. But don’t be deceived. Winter is coming, full-bore, winter in the Midwest, another …Read More
Math problem: If Chicago has a building, the Willis Tower, that is 1,451 feet tall, from the pavement to the roof, and New York has a building, One World Trade Center, that is 1,368 feet tall over the same distance, which city has the taller …Read More
Call it the last battle. After soldiers go through the rigor of enlisting, of training, of shipping out, of maybe seeing combat or, usually, being a cog in the vast military machine, then finally their service completed, and after a few years or a few …Read More
Halloween is over, thank God. A pagan death rite morphed into a childhood misbehavior and sugar festival transformed, lately, into a randy adult Saturnalia, a kind of Valentine’s Day for couples who haven’t hooked up yet, but will, big time, as soon as enough Budweiser flows through their systems.