Reading The New Yorker each week is a lot of responsibility, so here is our completely biased guide about what to check out.
Calvin Trillin, Richard Ford and Amy Winehouse make an appearance in this week's New Yorker.
Trillin covers racism in Long Island, and we live just a train ride out from Long Island! The piece could be a conversational life raft if you're ever seated next to a bridge and tunnel'er at a dinner party.
Richard Ford has a new short story this week. We haven't read it, but we're assuming it deals with the existential struggles of the aging, heterosexual American male.
Sasha Frere-Jones, our favorite music critic second to the ever witty Kelefa Sanneh, reports on Amy Winehouse. Get ready for the ironies of "Rehab" to be parsed into oblivion.
Reading The New Yorker each week is a lot of responsibility, so here is our completely biased guide about what to check out.
This week is the Anniversary Issue. There are a lot of great things to read, and you'll have two weeks to read them. Depending on how fast you go through the New Yorker, that's good or bad news.
Anyway, we're excited because three of our favorite New Yorker contributors have pieces in this issue. Alice Munro has a short story and Susan Orlean has an investigation about umbrella technology. We're betting Alice Munro will say something poignant about Canadian angst and Susan Orlean will change the way you think about umbrellas. Prepare to have your mind blown.
But more exciting than those two chicks is David Grann writing about true crime in Poland. That may not seem interesting, but this guy can make water systems interesting. In fact, he has.
Hendrick Hertzberg talks about Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton in the comment piece. Advice: wait until Wednesday to read it. His rhetoric has the power to control minds.
Reading The New Yorker each week is a lot of responsibility, so here is our completely biased guide about what to check out.
This is a new feature, so just assume from now on that Talk of the Town is out. Guess what, the Bush administration sucks and a lot of funny things happen around the city. Moving on.
All the features this week are ostensibly boring, but probably will end up being great because they're well-written. The New Yorker is predictable like that.
The back of the book is much more intriguing with Alex Ross reviewing Radiohead's guitarist Jonny Greenwood's compositions, Nancy "YouTube Who?" Franklin writing up In Treatment, and David Denby criticizing How She Move, along with the whole dance genre.
For our money, How She Move is the piece to read. When high culture judges low culture, everyone comes out either snobbish and stupid, the adjectives that describe us best.
