Posts tagged as The New Yorker
The Battle For Planet Flanagan
David: I need a haircut, Maria. I look like a duckling right now. READ MORE
Adam Gopnik And The Bourgeois Guillotine
David Roth: Let's talk about how Adam Gopnik feels about French food. READ MORE
A Supposedly True Thing Jonathan Franzen Said About David Foster Wallace
There’s really no delicate way to put this: at this year’s New Yorker Festival, Jonathan Franzen said that David Foster Wallace fabricated at least part of—and potentially a large part of—his nonfiction pieces. I wasn’t there, but after reading Eric Alterman’s summary Friday, and finding no mention of the incident in any other coverage of the festival, I watched the conversation online. READ MORE
Thomas Struth and Janet Malcolm
You should know that it's subscription-only at the New Yorker, but Janet Malcolm on the photographer Thomas Struth is really right-on: it winds eventually and carefully to the heart of his strangely warm photographs that should be cold. A wee excerpt, in the classic Malcolm style!
Shopping for Men: The New Yorker's Complete (and Catty) Guide
Today, Patricia Marx goes shopping with men in the New Yorker! (Yes, subscription-only, so, sadtrombone.wav.) The whole thing is a really quite largely useful guide for men who are baffled and scared, from Brooks Brothers to Bergdorf Mens' Store to 20 Peacocks (although just don't even go in that Ralph Lauren store, gross), and you should note that Ms. Marx's male friend really ought to have bought the blue Zegna suit at Bergdorfs, it's gorgeous. But here is the most relevant passage to our interests. The Tom Ford store on Madison Ave. is America's greatest shopping treature! I bet it was that haughty Russian shopboy Nikolai! No, but seriously: if you can't fit into his fascist shirts, you're definitely not going to fit into the fall sweaters. Get a nice tie.
No Matter How You Spell It, It's Still A Blowjob
The notoriously thorough folks at the New Yorker have sorted through our collection of profanities and when they first appeared in that esteemed periodical, and have offered a few helpful correctives. Of special interest: Mary Gaitskill, not Tad Friend, was the first person to get the common usage for fellatio into the magazine, a mistake which the publication generously forgives by noting that, "This error is more understandable. Most people would search for 'blowjob,' whereas New Yorker style is two words: 'blow job.'"
The Dirty Talk Of The Town: Profanity At "The New Yorker"
Famous story, here recounted by The Daily News: READ MORE
The World Must Be Good if Anna Faris is Becoming Famous
It's always exciting when the girl who was never supposed to make it totally makes it! And so yay, the New Yorker profile of Anna Faris today (subscription only!), who can now place herself on a list of lady actress script-readers behind "Reese, Cameron, Natalie Portman, Kate Hudson, Katherine Heigl and Anne Hathaway." (Sidebar: at least two of those are frightening and crazy and also chronic liars! To be fair, at least two of them are kindly and human.) But it's a very good look at the "problem" of women doing comedy. Hmm. Is it a "problem"? It's a problem, if you want to spend a lot of money on a movie and then make a lot of money, which is the only goal in Hollywood. It's not a problem if you want to have a good time and make cool stuff, which, then don't move to L.A. READ MORE
20 People to Follow on Twitter: @tnyfrontrow
The critic, who writes only about others, deems art about the making of art "solipsistic" and says it's not tough work. How would he know?
Richard Brody
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Sometimes I compulsively follow people on Twitter even when I rarely have any idea what they're talking about! You get one-half of various arcane conversations, some meditations on bagels and a lot of stuff about French films you haven't seen. Hence, Richard Brody, the Goings On movies editor of the New Yorker. Perhaps you remember Brody best for his mini-pan of Rush Hour 3? ("This is filmmaking by the yard, but Ratner perks up near the end and delivers a vertigo-inducing chase through the latticework of the Eiffel Tower. Only the pounding music and sound effects might keep a viewer awake to that point; such formulaic fare cries out for a director with Quentin Tarantino’s studious flair.") Well perhaps not. More likely you know his very attentive blogging at the New Yorker. But his Twitter! It's sort of like an oddly upper-crust sitcom, one that's set in this other New York, and it might be a better town than ours? He is constantly yelling at Glenn Kenny's Twitter (even while calling Kenny's blog "terrific"). I like to think of Brody and the rest of them all shuffling from the Sony screening room to the Magno, dodging Rex Reed and muttering all the while about Truffaut. It's so irritating and enjoyable! He is like the crazy uncle I never had.
@ExtAngel You're not sure what anyone has nailed, since you haven't seen the film. But you're busy reviewing it anyway.Richard Brody
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@ExtAngel Yes—and worse, the immediacy on Twitter, so that a discussion goes from a sneer to a scream in mere seconds.Richard Brody
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Plus coworker banter!
@nancysfranklin @laurenzcollins I saw bundles of actors' gestures and a director's pride in his sympathy for ordinary people.Richard Brody
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I only follow this Twitter because I am a silly and unserious person and I enjoy being reminded of that fact.
James Wood On Keith Moon
There are many reasons it's worth your time and energy and money to read James Wood's piece in the new New Yorker about drumming and Keith Moon. Here are a few choice bits: READ MORE
