Absolutely tremendous profile of Alec Baldwin in The New Yorker, and I say that not just because it includes a line like "He was lean and intense, and had chest hair in which one could lose a telephone." (See above photo.)
Basically, it's 8,000+ words of Baldwin beating himself up over every decision he's made in his life, be it professional (his post-"Hunt for Red October" movie career) or personal (the "I'm gonna straighten you out!" voicemail message). More interestingly, it's also close friends and family -- including Lorne Michaels and Billy Baldwin -- being remarkably candid about how Alec needs to stop being such a miserable SOB and enjoy his life a little. It's half profile, half intervention.