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In this week’s New Yorker

January 22, 2012

Another stellar batch of cartoons!


Along with fine reporting by Ariel Levy on Callista Gingrich, Steve Coll on “Looking for Mullah Omar,” and William Finnegan, who traveled to Madagascar with club and restaurant superstar Eric Goode to observe his passion for saving rare breeds of tortoise. The latter piece is a real vocabulary expander; I picked up “chelonian,” “gular scute,” and “opuntia cactus.” Lots of astonishing tortoise lore: “Chelonians actually predate many dinosaurs. They have been lumbering around for more than two hundred million years, and have changed very little in all that time. Nobody knows how long individual plowshares live. Captain James Cook took away a radiated tortoise, the plowshare’s closest relative, and gave it to the King of Tonga, in 1777. It died in 1966.” And the next time there’s a lull in conversation over dinner, try telling your guests “Endoscopic turtle sexing will not become common practice in Madagascar any time soon.”

Poet Donald Hall contributes a poignant Personal History essay on aging, “Out the Window,” and Anthony Lane applies his characteristically droll erudition to reviewing Ralph Fiennes’ film adaptation of Shakespeare’s Coriolanus: “The movie unfolds in a modern setting, and in modern dress. This will obviously be disappointing to any Gerard Butler fans who hoped to see their man reprise his majestic outfit from 300, which consisted of helmet, cloak, and pull-up Spartan diaper.” And whichever poetry editor has been slipping lyrics by pop songwriters such as Joni Mitchell and Paul Simon into the magazine has now added to the list Leonard Cohen. As usual, the lyric doesn’t fly so well on the page, but on the website you can scroll down and hear the track “Going Home” from Cohen’s forthcoming album, Old Ideas, hotly anticipated by me.

In this week’s New Yorker

October 7, 2010


It’s the Money Issue, with two really long upsetting stories worth reading.

Ryan Lizza’s detailed report on the attempt by John Kerry, Lindsey Graham, and Joseph Lieberman to write epochal climate-change legislation and then rally enough support in the Senate to pass it is as depressing and infuriating a picture of how the U.S. government works as any I’ve read. The sheer idiotic partisan politics of assholes like Mitch McConnell (“the Republican leader and architect of the strategy to oppose every part of Obama’s agenda”) would theoretically outrage the voting public…except that the populace turns out to be equally idiotic. Nobody comes off looking good, including the Obama Administration.

Then there’s Philip Gourevitch’s survey of the modern humanitarian-aid industry, which centers on Dutch journalist Linda Polman’s book The Crisis Caravan: What’s Wrong with Humanitarian Aid?, which deals with a lot of ugly truths about the Red Cross and other humanitarian efforts and how they paradoxically perpetuate suffering by relieving warring countries and insurgencies from cleaning up their own messes.

This kind of eyes-open, well-written, hard-headed journalism is what I read The New Yorker for. It’s nice to have a balance, though, so I also really enjoyed Nora Ephron’s piece “My Life as an Heiress.” Nora Ephron is just a fantastic storyteller, don’t you think?

Not to mention a beautiful Chris Ware story as the fold-out cover and a terrific lead Talk of the Town piece by Steve Coll about shaky U.S. relations with Pakistan.

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