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Most of the stories in Christmas Eve were first published in The New Yorker between 1953 and 1973. The oldest and least characteristic deal with Herbert's Retreat, a cozy riverside community near New York that somewhat resembles Sneden's Landing. It is a world where the worst that can happen is to lose your Irish maid or private view of the Hudson. Plots turn on such matters as who will get nightly custody of an antique stone hot-water bottle. Though she deals ironically with such elegantly dated doings, Brennan never substitutes malice for wit-not even...
...years now, Maeve Brennan's sharp-eyed alter ego, "the Long-Winded Lady," has been posting bulletins about the city and its inhabitants in The New Yorker's "Talk of the Town" section. A self-styled "traveler in residence," she has always been able to turn quite ordinary things-two people looking in a store window, a small parade, a cat crouching under a parked van-into "moments of recognition." Her old-fashioned method is the unabashed use of straight description, as in A Snowy Night on West Forty-Ninth Street, the one New York story in Christmas...
...assertion that slavery was an economic disaster that retarded the growth of the South. The inefficiency of plantations and black labor came as a natural corollary, both in logic and because many abolitionists, ironically, were racists who assumed black inferiority as a matter of course. Olmsted, a New Yorker, traveled in the South but stoutly asserted that slaves did a third to a half as much work as "the commonest, stupidest Irish domestic drudges at the North." Opined Cassius Clay: "God made them for the sun and the banana...
...Audiences and critics realized for the first time that they were in the presence of a diva of historical importance," wrote a New Yorker reviewer. "She tossed off all of Handel's difficult fioriture with exemplary intonation, faultless agility, and a warmth of tone that is seldom encountered in singers of her type...The production was a stunning...
Died. Alan Dunn, 73, who twitted life's little absurdities in nearly 2,000 New Yorker magazine cartoons over 47 years; in Manhattan. A self-styled recluse, he was dubbed by The New Yorker's waggish editor, Harold Ross, a "hermit around town...