The New Yorker is, of course, a bastion of superb essays, influential investigative journalism, and insightful arts criticism. But for eighty years, itas also been a hoot. In fact, when Harold Ross founded the legendary magazine in 1925, he called it aa comic weekly, a and while it has grown into much more, it has also remained true to its original mission. Now an uproarious sampling of its funny writings can be found in a hilarious new collection, one as satirical and witty, misanthropic and menacing, as the first, Fierce Pajamas. From the 1920s onwardabut with a special focus on the latest generationahere are the humorists who set the pace and stirred the pot, pulled the leg and pinched the behind of America. S. J. Perelman unearths the furious letters of a foreign correspondent in India to the laundry he insists on using in Paris (aWho charges six francs to wash a cummerbund?!a). Woody Allen recalls the aWhore of Mensa, a who excites her customers by reading Proust (or, if you want, two girls will explain Noam Chomsky). Steve Martinas pill bottle warns us of side effects ranging from hair that smells of burning tires to teeth receiving radio broadcasts. Andy Borowitz provides his version of theater-lobby notices (aIn Act III, there is full frontal nudity, but not involving the actor you would like to see nakeda). David Owenas rules for dating his ex-wife start out magnanimous and swiftly disintegrate into sarcasm, self-loathing, and rage, and Noah Baumbach unfolds a history of his last relationship in the form of Zagat reviews. Meanwhile, off in a remote awillagea in Normandy, David Sedaris is drowning a mouse (aThis was for the best, whether the mouse realized it or nota). Plus asides, fancies, rebukes, and musings from Patty Marx, Calvin Trillin, Bruce McCall, Garrison Keillor, Veronica Geng, Ian Frazier, Roy Blount, Jr., and many others. If laughter is the best medicine, Disquiet, Please is truly a wonder drug. From the Hardcover edition.THE HA\VK AND THE MOUSE A clever mouse is sunning himself in Battery Park, when a hawk swoops down and seizes ... \aquot;\/histling through the air, the mouse warns the hawk not to eat him. ... l\aloral: You just cana#39;t argue with libertarians.
|Author||:||David Remnick, Henry Finder|
|Publisher||:||Random House - 2008-11-18|