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...York City life, It presents a tiny bit of information, intentionally limited in scope, on what ought to be at least one very long chapter in the book of New York: welfare and the Department of Social Services. Susan Sheehan, a writer on the staff of the New Yorker, where this first appeared in a slightly different form, has written a profile of a Puerto Rican welfare mother, describing for 95 pages the daily comings and goings of this woman and her family...
...watched defenseless delegates from the Democratic National Convention strolling blithely along Eighth Avenue near Times Square one night last week, a native New Yorker feared for their safety. "I kept wanting to shout to them to jump in a cab and get out of there," he exclaimed. "But then I noticed that the whole street was strangely quiet. Most of the usual weird people weren't there...
...successful drawing card for Broadway theaters. And though his Broadway hits have never been renowned for their depth of characterization or for the dramatic thrust of their plots, Simon's breezy style and witty one-liners have kept audiences entertained and coming back for more. But now New Yorker Simon has relocated--he has gone west, to Hollywood, where he has written his first original screenplay, Murder by Death, an affectionate spoof of popular detective fiction, and something of a change from the more urbane, comedy of manners subject material of his earlier stage works. But like the plays, Murder...
...strike many as over-blown, or at least as a case of the pot calling the kettle sterling. But people gossip and debate more today about critics and commentators than about the events they cover. Brendan Gill cashed in on this new phenomenon with "Here at the New Yorker," as did Timothy Crouse with "Boys on the Bus." This summer, the scent of profit in this new field brings us a look at office politics at (it's come to this) The Village Voice...
...this critics' golden age, Pauline Kael has unmistakably earned her pedestal. With a gritty, grappling brand of opinionation (and largely because of it), her review slot at the New Yorker has often produced sparkling minor masterpieces. She's become the Chopin of the pan. When she lights into "Lost Horizon," the multi-million dollar clunker in Reeling, it's a virtuoso performance. "To lambast a Ross Hunter production is like flogging a sponge," she writes. "He is to movies what Liberace is to music, and once, on a television talk show, I saw them both. . .and the two unctuous smiles...