vitanola
I'll Lock Up
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I dearly love the New Yorker of the '30s and '40s for its perception of New York itself as a gigantic quirky small town filled with clever witty people doing clever witty things. The current New Yorker has its good points, but that whole Dorothy Parker/Harold Ross/James Thurberish New Yorker is gone forever. Where you used to find archness, now there's just empty snark.
For that matter, to pull out a copy of The New Yorker from the Era and a copy of Bernarr Macfadden's "Liberty" from the same year, and to compare them, is to understand more about the real nature of the America of the Era than you will ever ever learn from any historian.
When I was seven I found a copy of the 25th anniversary collection of New Yorker cartoons. I loved that book. It informed my reading for years. I was particularly fond of Richard Taylor's stuff : "A revised statuary for the City of Tomorrow", "Our Modern Gallery of Ancient Favorites", "Oh, THAT'S Herbert's Muse", and "Practically all my calls come from the "National Geographic" all still make me smile.