Word: yorkerism
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Franny and Zooey, by J. D. Salinger. The guru of The New Yorker abstracts two stories from his cycle-in-progress on the Glass family; the result is a masterly double novella, strongly flavored with both eccentricity and genius, of a girl's brush with religious obsession...
...presented with a paperback called The Press, by A.J. Liebling, and I am still depressed by books about newspapers. This latest entry into the field isn't even a book; it is merely a collection of Liebling's "Wayward Press" articles from the New Yorker. There is nothing particularly edifying about 284 pages of ancient New Yorker articles laid end to end, and Liebling's "book," by resuscitating old failures, contributes little toward a solution to the problems of the American press...
...these New Yorker conceits are not really writing, anyway. It is hardly difficult to quote silly news articles at length, and get laughs out of them; after 100 pages, though, this gets pretty damn boring. And when Liebling inserts a few words of his own between the great gobs of reprints, his tone is one of utter pomposity, of the man who has been everywhere, read everything, and done all there is to do. His presumed knowledge of every situation that arises is nothing if not infuriating...
Ideals & Eyeteeth. Sprung partly, and loosely, from several of his casual pieces in The New Yorker, The Beauty Part more or less concentrates on the theme that U.S. society is full of nuts who earn their living as plumbers or admen but who really think they are artists and writers; private eyes spend their free time "making collages out of seaweed and graham crackers," and "every housewife in America has a novel under her apron." Cruising around the stage by way of illustration are some of the most spectacular phonies since Piltdown...
...Discovery." Psychologist Bruner, whose passion is perception, was born blind 46 years ago. He first saw the world at two, when cataracts were removed from his eyes; his thick glasses still make him look perpetually astonished at what he sees. A native New Yorker, Bruner got into psychology by a fluke: Duke University expelled him for cutting compulsory chapel, relented only when his psychology professor (newly arrived from Harvard) pleaded that he was too bright to fire. Bruner spent the rest of his chapel periods in the lab studying intelligence in rats, went on to a Ph.D. at Harvard, wound...