Hat tip to The Morning News for this one. They put out a call for reader/writer recommendations of “their favorites in the world of print” (as in, not reading it online instead). Before you cry “elitist”, let me ask: if your favorite beer changed it’s recipe to add 35% more water, would you be happy? You would not, you drunken sod.
David Remnick said in an early interview that he planned for “his” New Yorker to follow the news cycle slavishly (like every other contemporary U.S. periodical). When Kurt Vonnegut died, the New Yorker appeared not to notice, concentrating instead on the Virginia Tech Massacre, which occurred at about the same time. When John Updike died, the New Yorker devoted a fair amount of space to his memory, but the COVER that week also included this word: BEYONCÉ. I’m paraphrasing but I believe it bears repeating: The New Yorker’s cover said, essentially: UPDIKE DIES/BEYONCÉ LIVES. Spelled backward, BEYONCÉ means THIS IS THE HEARSE BEARING ALL YOU HOLD DEAR TO OBLIVION. So it goes. I wish the New Yorker would stop chasing skirts and ambulances and return to publishing material of abiding interest. Fortunately, we have The Morning News for that now. —TMN reader Brian Kimberling