Word: yorkerism
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...life, on death and all the angst and eccentricity in between. A Canadian, Mrs. Gallant has lived in France since World War II. There she produces her lapidary long stories and an occasional dazzling short novel, usually set in Europe. Her work appears regularly in The New Yorker. Canada seems about to give her the Governor General's Literary Award. But she is not well known in the U.S., or as celebrated as one of the prose masters of the age ought...
...word article, by New Yorker Staff Writer Suzannah Lessard, does not attempt to document any amatory adventures. But it asserts that the gossip is true and suggests that Kennedy's philandering is a "latent issue" that will surface as the electorate struggles to get the Senator's character in sharper focus, and offers her own instant analysis: his behavior represents "a severe case of arrested development, a kind of narcissistic intemperance...
...time it was enormous: the Saturday Evening Post, Collier's, American Mercury, American Magazine, This Week, Woman's Home Companion, Country Gentleman, Scribner's magazine. Faulkner received rejections from all of these journals, some now defunct, as well as from a few survivors like The New Yorker, but he also published enough to buy precious time for his novels...
...town clerk was, in fact, typical of New Hampshiremen to precisely the extent that David Rockefeller is a typical New Yorker. But he knew what was required, and he gave a good, understated interpretation of his role as an upright rural citizen somewhat bewildered by the attention that he and his state were getting. The network's No. 2 talker did the show, and congratulated himself for extracting a snappy interview from the town clerk...
...schoolboys in question have been around since the early '30s, when Sidney Joseph Perelman first began publishing his superbly crafted hilarity in the pages of The New Yorker. The magazine's readers soon developed a tart tooth for Perelman's brand of satire, a mix of burlesque and Joycean wordplay boldly colored by a fastidious disdain for the fake, the tawdry and the pompous. Even the titles of Perelman's "bits of embroidery," as he called his pieces, set new boundaries for comic absurdity: Somewhere a Roscoe; Beat Me, Post-Impressionist Daddy; Amo, Amas, Amat, Amamus...