Why R. Crumb Will Never Draw for the 'New Yorker' Again
For every freelancer who's ever had a story or a photo or an illustration killed by a capricious-seeming magazine editor, take heart! It happens even to the most famous of us. In the new issue of The Paris Review-edited by TPR managing editor and Awl pal Caitlin Roper!-R. Crumb explains why he'll never draw for David Remnick's New Yorker again. READ MORE
Last Night: PEN Gala, Hole
Last evening, Marisa Meltzer and Doree Shafrir went to the 2010 PEN Literary Gala at the American Museum of Natural History and then made their way to Terminal 5 to see a performance by the rock group Hole. READ MORE
Last Night: The London Review of Books Party
Last evening, Marisa Meltzer and Doree Shafrir went to the 30th anniversary celebration of the London Review of Books. READ MORE
Hendrik Hertzberg Getting All Up in Healthcare Legislation LIVE
If you've got a second, head over to The New Yorker's website, where Hendrik Hertzberg is LIVE CHATTING (once again!) about health care legislation. Ask him a question! (Someone just asked: "Who would you rather eat lunch with: Glenn Beck or Sean Hannity?")
Hey, Look, Bananas Are Exploding on This Guy's Face!
Oh of course, the old bananas exploding on face trick! Next time I'd like to see it without the mask, buddy. And with apples. [Via]
Smug Vegan Jonathan Safran Foer Has Lunch
Financial Times writer Emily Stokes recently had lunch with Jonathan Safran Foer at Gobo, a vegan restaurant on Sixth Ave. She seemed to find his personality as distasteful as their meal. His "Rejuvenate" juice, she writes, was "the color of manure." [FT]
Graydon Carter's Handwriting Analyzed
Graydon Carter had brunch at Little Owl in the West Village the other day, and he left a big doodle and a note with his check. I decided to ask my dog Lee what she thought. READ MORE
Australians Weirdly Excited About Nudity
Photographer Spencer Tunick did another one of his large-group-of-naked-people photos over the weekend in Australia, and much to everyone's surprise, over 5,000 people showed up. "The organisers had only expected about half that number to take part," the BBC noted. Australians! Always up for a beer or a naked group photograph.
More On "The Ask"
"You schmoes of America, rally 'round your bard! You sad sacks in sweaters, undershirts untucked and dangling below your belts! You frustrated artists, you terrified fathers: Do not be ashamed of your increasing girth, your outré sexual fantasies, your rampant neck-beard. One lonely man sings your song. His name is Sam Lipsyte, and right now he is eating a jelly doughnut." READ MORE
