Word: gilles
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...YORKER magazine will celebrate the 90th anniversary of its founding this month, and the occasion will be suitably honored by Brendan Gill's amiable in-house chronicle. Here At The New Yorker. Gill has been there during most of the magazine's lifetime, having been taken on as a staff writer straight from Yale in the late 30's and has enjoyed the company and the friendship of many of the literary figures that history and their New York Times obituaries will inevitably associate with the magazine...
...Gill offers his life at The New Yorker as an example of what can be done with some talent and some money, if one knows how. He wants, in particular, to encourage "the young, who even in these easy going seventies hear far too much about what a serious matter life is." And certainly, his portraits of the times with Thurber and Ross, John O'Hara, Edmund Wilson, and so on, are pleasant evidence for his thesis. Some of his contemporaries may have had trouble learning the first rule of life--always to have a good time--but Gill, says...
...Gill's took doesn't pretend to be anything more than a collection of enjoyable anecdotes and the sort of behind-the-scenes glimpses that curious New Yorker readers hunger for. As a history of what, after all, began as a humor magazine. Here at The New Yorker can't be faulted. Gill and The New Yorker have come a long way since Gill was a writer of casuals for a new magazine whose first rule was never to write for "the old lady in Dubuque, but through it all a characteristic "New Yorker style" has been preserved...
...writing; but, more than that, especially in the "casuals" and "Talk pieces" that appear in the front of the magazine, the writing shows a distinctive humor, low-key and urbane, that seems to float effortlessly above all that is encumbered and earth-bound. "How easy I have found it," Gill writes, "to rush pell-mell through the world, playing the clown when the spirit of darkness has moved me, and colliding with good times at every turn." It's as if he has lived his life in New Yorker style, a life with a few muted sorrows...
...these tales share a kindred urbanity, as might be expected from a longtime contributor of fiction and criticism to The New Yorker. (Gill's present post there is Broadway theater critic.) Many of the characters-clubmen, wealthy matrons, genteel spinsters -could well be the literary grandchildren of Edith Wharton's characters. Gill's narrative voice evokes the kind of man who might be found in one of his own fictional clubs or parlors-a wryly observant uncle or older brother who has moved in wide enough circles to be able to recount a homosexual killing...