A reader writes: “what is the long game here????” He refers to this letter, in the New York Review of…
The English alphabet has ever been the center of the American literary universe — the letters of Whitman, of Edith Wharton, of every poorly-spelled happy hour chalkboard in Greenwich Village — and though the legendary set of graphemes has lost a…
So I keep hearing about how the Post Office wants to not deliver the U.S. Mail on Saturdays, but nobody’s…
We’re a tad tardy to this one but that only seems appropriate given the circumstances. From the letters page of the May 10th London Review of Books:
“I have just seen Brian Harrison’s 1986 review of my book Victorian Lives (LRB, 19 June 1986). He says my sources were not typical…
“For a while, we tried faithfully to reproduce the backward ‘R’ in Toys ‘ᴙ’ Us, but it went rogue and ran loose on the page every time we turned our back.” — — And that’s why the New Yorker can’t have nice things.
by Lizzie Skurnick
Busy Connecticut lady and Bush administration enthusiast Maggie McGirr, who is famous (to me) for writing…
The New Yorker gets mail about its review of Jonathan Safran Foer’s vegetarian book. Including someone who said he was writing from the parking lot of a slaughterhouse: “I wonder if Foer has ever visited, or considered the impact of, a…
