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After this year’s attacks, Spiegelman designed a cover for the New Yorker which showed two black towers on a dark background...
...indulgent. The book’s saving grace is that it packages Amis into short, self-contained morsels, resulting in a surprisingly delectable and thoroughly readable collection of essays and reviews, written over the span of 30 years. Taken from (among others) the London Review of Books, The New Yorker and Vanity Fair, the pieces in The War Against Cliché tackle everyone from Milton and Austen to Nabokov and Updike, with bits on Elvis’ mental health and Margaret Thatcher’s sex appeal thrown in for good measure...
...Upper West. She almost wishes that she were at jury duty, where her hubby was, rather than dealing with this level of anxiety. But this was her rag—”A - the magazine”—and she was going to beat The New Yorker to the punch. The hangover which had been a throbbing torrent had settled down to a dull ache, and Ant wished she hadn’t had that third martini last night. Was she at the club for business or pleasure?—both, really. A job offer worth...
...Invisible Circus (1995), received critical acclaim and was recently made into a film starring Cameron Diaz and Jordana Brewster. Look At Me, her second novel, is the product of more than five years of work. As a contributor to publications such as The New York Times Magazine, The New Yorker and Harper’s, Egan has written frequently on issues of image, identity and technology. Much of the research for these articles handily doubled as research for the novel...
...covered in yellowing clippings of particularly trite cartoons. I tease her about the prominent display place these somewhat witty drawings have next to the photographs of six-year-old me. I am never tempted toward newspaper clipping myself. There is one cartoon I tore out of the New Yorker and then promptly threw away because I hated it. I remember it anyway. There is a woman standing by the fridge with a carton of ice cream open in her hand. Her husband (or whoever is the balding man in her life) sticks his head around the corner...