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      J. Stanley Pottinger, 84, Dies; Official Figured Out Identity of ‘Deep Throat’

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      A former Nixon official (and later a novelist), he led an investigation in which a shadowy Watergate figure squirmed when asked if he had been an anonymous whistle blower.J. Stanley Pottinger, who as a high-ranking figure in the Department of Justice during the 1970s was probably the only person in government to figure out the identity of Deep Throat, the pseudonymous man who provided critical information to reporters in the Watergate scandal, died on Wednesday in Princeton, N.J. He was 84.His son Matt said the death, at a hospital, was from cancer. Mr. Pottinger, who went on to become a best-selling novelist, lived in South Salem, N.Y., but was in Princeton to be near the home of his daughter, Katie Pottinger.Mr. Pottinger (pronounced POT-in-jer) served as the top civil-rights official in the Department of Health, Education and Welfare and in the Department of Justice under Presidents Richard M. Nixon and Gerald R. Ford. In early 1977, Jimmy Carter, the incoming president, asked him to stay on to lead a grand jury investigation into illegal break-ins by the F.B.I.During the testimony of W. Mark Felt, who had been the bureau’s deputy director under Nixon, a juror asked him, offhand, if he was the one who had guided the journalists Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein in their investigation into White House ties to a break-in at the Democratic National Committee headquarters at the Watergate complex in Washington.Mr. Pottinger was standing next to Mr. Felt, and saw his face go pale.Mr. Felt asked him to repeat the question.Mr. Pottinger asked if he was Deep Throat.Mr. Felt said no, but haltingly.“I knew right away from his demeanor that he was Deep Throat,” Mr. Pottinger told The New York Observer in 2005.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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      The ‘Braiding Sweetgrass’ Author Wants Us to Give Thanks Every Day

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      The world is a gift, not a giant Amazon warehouse, Robin Wall Kimmerer said. In her new book, “The Serviceberry,” she proposes gratitude as an antidote to prevailing views of nature as a commodity.Every summer, the botanist Robin Wall Kimmerer takes a group of students on a two-week field trip deep into the woods and bogs of the Adirondacks.For their final exam, students prepare a feast from foraged plants, dining on a wild menu of boiled cattail kebabs, roasted rhizomes, stir-fried day lily buds, lichen noodles in a gelatinous broth of boiled rock tripe. For dessert there are serviceberry and cattail pollen pancakes, smothered in pine-scented spruce needle syrup.Before digging in, the group recites the Thanksgiving address — an invocation within Indigenous Haudenosaunee communities that gives thanks to the earth and its abundance.“We start the class with a Thanksgiving address to share our sense of gratitude for the plants, and we end the same way,” said Kimmerer, a professor of environmental biology at SUNY College of Environmental Science and Forestry, who is a member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation. “So we learn about the gifts of plants and how to receive them.”Kimmerer often says that plants have been her teachers throughout her life. As a little girl, she stashed shoe boxes of pressed leaves and seeds under her bed. Later, as a young botanist, she studied the mysteries of moss reproduction. Throughout her decades of research and environmental advocacy, as she’s pushed to bring Indigenous knowledge into ecological conservation work, she’s learned about the delicate web of relationships between plants and their surroundings.Now, as a renowned plant ecologist and best-selling author, Kimmerer is teaching millions of people how to learn from plants.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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      Books About Everyone, for Everyone

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      This is part of an Opinion series on The New York Times Communities Fund, which assists nonprofits that provide direct support to people and communities facing hardship. Donate to the fund here. .g-goldbergseriesinfo a { text-decoration: underline; color: inherit; text-decoration-thickness: 1px; text-underline-offset: 2px; } .g-goldbergseriesinfo{ position: relative; display: flex; overflow: hidden; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 1.125rem […] More

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      100 Notable Books of 2024

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      If you read Ferris’s original 2017 graphic novel, you can’t forget it: a beguiling, haunted hybrid of personal memoir, murder mystery and 20th-century time portal. This surreal and densely referential follow-up, drawn in Ferris’s signature cross-hatched style, continues to follow 10-year-old Karen Reyes in circa-1968 Chicago as she wrestles with loss, sexual identity and a […] More

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      Find the 13 Book Titles Hidden in This Text Puzzle

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      Veronica woke up early Saturday afternoon in her mother’s rowhouse basement as heavy snow fell outside. Feeling hungry, she threw on some clothes and headed out, pausing to relatch a gate at the stairs meant to corral the cat. As she prepared to cross the narrow brick lane between the house and the family diner, wind gusts slammed her. She entered the restaurant shivering.“Normally you’d be a day late and a dollar short because the good stuff is usually gone by now,” said her mother as she sat marking the corrections on the printer’s proof of her new menu.“Well, the storm’s a mercy then,” said Veronica as she closed the door. “I’d hate to be at risk of missing out.”“You need some proper New England white clam chowder and not that red New York stuff. Hang on.”“There’s no place like home, Ma,” said Veronica.Veronica woke up early Saturday afternoon in her mother’s rowhouse basement as heavy snow fell outside. Feeling hungry, she threw on some clothes and headed out, pausing to relatch a gate at the stairs meant to corral the cat. As she prepared to cross the narrow brick lane between the house and the family diner, wind gusts slammed her. She entered the restaurant shivering.“Normally you’d be a day late and a dollar short because the good stuff is usually gone by now,” said her mother as she sat marking the corrections on the printer’s proof of her new menu.“Well, the storm’s a mercy then,” said Veronica as she closed the door. “I’d hate to be at risk of missing out.”“You need some proper New England white clam chowder and not that red New York stuff. Hang on.”“There’s no place like home, Ma,” said Veronica.Veronica woke up early Saturday afternoon in her mother’s rowhouse basement as heavy snow fell outside. Feeling hungry, she threw on some clothes and headed out, pausing to relatch a gate at the stairs meant to corral the cat. As she prepared to cross the narrow brick lane between the house and the family diner, wind gusts slammed her. She entered the restaurant shivering.“Normally you’d be a day late and a dollar short because the good stuff is usually gone by now,” said her mother as she sat marking the corrections on the printer’s proof of her new menu.“Well, the storm’s a mercy then,” said Veronica as she closed the door. “I’d hate to be at risk of missing out.”“You need some proper New England white clam chowder and not that red New York stuff. Hang on.”“There’s no place like home, Ma,” said Veronica. More

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      Barbara Taylor Bradford, ‘A Woman of Substance’ Novelist, Dies at 91

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      Her own rags-to-riches story mirrored those of many of her heroines, and her dozens of books helped her amass a fortune of $300 million.Barbara Taylor Bradford, one of the world’s best-selling romance novelists, who captivated readers for decades with chronicles of buried secrets, raging ambitions and strong women of humble origins rising to wealth and power, died on Sunday. She was 91.She died after a short illness, her publisher, HarperCollins, said on Monday. No other details were provided.Beginning with the runaway success of her 1979 debut novel, “A Woman of Substance,” Ms. Bradford’s 40 works of fiction sold more than 90 million copies in 40 languages and were all best sellers on both sides of the Atlantic, according to publishers’ reports.Ten of her books were adapted for television films and mini-series, and the author, a self-described workaholic whose life mirrored the rags-to-riches stories of many of her heroines, achieved global celebrity and amassed a $300 million fortune.She was born in England into a working-class family whose grit inspired some of her stories. Her father lost a leg in World War I, her mother was born out of wedlock, and her grandmother once labored in a workhouse for the poor. She quit school at 15, became a journalist, married an American film producer and lived for 60 years in New York. She was a self-taught novelist, publishing her first when she was 46.Exploiting exotic locales and an arsenal of steamy liaisons, mysterious deaths and feasts of betrayal and scandal, Ms. Bradford spun tales of love and revenge, infidelity and heartbreak that lofted resolute women into glittering lives with handsome men, mansions in London or Manhattan and the board rooms of global corporations. Empires were born in her pages, and sequels turned into dynasties.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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      Donate This Holiday Season: Women and Children Need Your Help

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      This column is part of Times Opinion’s 2024 Giving Guide. Read more about the guide in a note from Times Opinion’s editor, Kathleen Kingsbury.Forget the necktie that will sit in Dad’s closet or the perfume that your sister Sue will soon regift, for I have some better ideas.This is my annual holiday giving guide, and I think you’ll like the charities I recommend this year — and so will Dad and Sue if you contribute in their names. You can donate and find out more information through my Kristof Holiday Impact Prize website, KristofImpact.org, which I’ve used for the past six years to support nonprofits in my giving guide.Here’s what your contributions can accomplish this year:Give a woman her life back! One of the most heartbreaking conditions I’ve reported on is obstetric fistula, a childbirth injury that happens in poor countries when a woman endures many hours of obstructed labor and no doctor is available to perform a C-section. The baby usually dies, and the woman is left with injuries affecting the vaginal wall and the bladder or rectum, so she continuously leaks bodily waste.These women — sometimes just teenage girls — can feel stigmatized and humiliated, even that they have been cursed by God.The good news is that together we can help them reclaim their lives, with a corrective surgery that costs just $619 per person. A nonprofit called the Fistula Foundation has financed more than 100,000 surgeries through a network of more than 150 hospitals in more than 30 countries. Yet need remains enormous.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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      2 Books for Readers Who Don’t Care About Polite Company

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      A Japanese tale of “frustrated love and revenge,” and a visual history of bathrooms.Yana Paskova for The New York TimesDear readers,“Never judge a book by its contents,” quipped a wag in a porkpie hat as we both regarded the cover of an aging paperback guide to vitamins, for sale on a Broadway sidewalk. I smiled politely; I found the remark asinine; I resolved to work it into conversation as soon as possible.The following two finds are books I picked up on the basis of their flap copy — and might not have otherwise. I debated writing about both of them.—Sadie“Forbidden Colors,” by Yukio MishimaFiction, 1951“‘Forbidden Colors’ is a moving tale of frustrated love and revenge,” the flap tells readers. “Drawn to homosexuality after a loveless marriage, Yuichi is locked into the powerful grasp of an aging writer who uses him for revenge on the women who have wronged him. Yuichi’s own search for love takes him through the bleak, demoralized streets of postwar Japan, through parks of assignation, gay bars and parties, and into the lives of fallen aristocrats, black marketeers and male prostitutes.”We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More