I just happened on Loren Webster’s beautifully done blog and these posts about Richard Hugo. His blog’s title, “in a Dark Time,” obviously comes from the incantatory Theodore Roethke poem of the same name (which Webster admires here); as you remember, Roethke was the subject (along with James Wright) of a recent essay by Adam Kirsch, who writes: “Decades have now passed since their sadly premature deaths—Roethke’s in 1963, Wright’s in 1980—and today they need to be reintroduced to a generation of readers who are likely to know them only from a few anthology pieces.” While thoughtful and appreciative, Kirsch’s analysis of Roethke’s poetics isn’t entirely right, I think, but the piece is an excellent reintroduction to both poets and their relationship to modernism and the (masuline, deeply feeling) self. Roethke also had more boisterious fun on the page than a lot of poets—there are notable exceptions—let themselves have these days, Billy Collins or no Billy Collins (indeed, when I saw Collins read it seemed to me he was a very melancholy man). Roethke was often ferociously depressed. But his poems are pure joy and, if you haven’t read them yet, will delight you. “His best and most characteristic poems concoct a new language for the shapeless urges of the unconscious,” writes Kirsch, who later quotes Roethke (who was, endearingly, a Lit-Law major at Ann Arbor): ” ‘Believe me,’ he adjured the reader in a 1950 ‘Open Letter,’ ‘you will have no trouble if you approach these poems as a child would, naively, with your whole being awake, your faculties loose and alert.’ ” Look at Loren Webster’s Merlin falcon, too. The shapes a bright container can contain!
Monthly Archives: August 2005
Jonathans are illuminated: Naming names
From The Washington Post:
Next month, Stephen King, Amy Tan, Lemony Snicket, Nora Roberts, Michael Chabon and 11 other best-selling writers will auction the right to name characters in their new novels. The profits will go to the First Amendment Project, whose lawyers have repeatedly gone to court to protect the free speech rights of activists, writers and artists.
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The benefit was the brainchild of [Neil] Gaiman, who approached Chabon with the idea when he heard the group was running out of money. It will now constitute the single-largest fund-raising event for the First Amendment Project, whose legal staff will gratefully leverage the goodwill of authors willing to help keep its doors open. Other writers include Dave Eggers, Dorothy Allison, Peter Straub, ZZ Packer, Jonathan Lethem, Rick Moody, Ayelet Waldman, Andrew Sean Greer and Karen Joy Fowler.
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Greene said that money raised by the auction will go to support the organization’s pro bono work representing clients being sued over free speech, free press and freedom of expression. One such case, over whether a high school student’s angry poetry constituted a “criminal threat,” recently went before the California Supreme Court.
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Snicket, who will let the top bidder determine an utterance by Sunny Baudelaire in his upcoming 13th installment of his “Series of Unfortunate Events,” said he holds the First Amendment dear because “the only trouble I should get in for my writing is the trouble I make myself.”His only caveat: The meaning of the utterance may be slightly “mutilated.”
Also, Lethem’s Motherless Brooklyn seems to have almost gotten Mia Amato onto the John Gotti, Jr. jury:
The questions seemed overly concerned with the media exposure surrounding the case. Did I believe there was such a thing as the Mafia? Did I watch The Sopranos? Did I read The New York Post?
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I felt small when it was my turn to be questioned by the judge, who was fluttery and squinted, puzzled, at her copy of my filled-out questionnaire. “We just want to clear up a few things,” she said as she looked me up and down.“You work in publishing?”
“Yes, your honor.”
“You state here you have read books about the Mafia, the Godfatherseries and Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem?”
“Yes, your honor.”
“I read that,” she said sharply, nodding.
Great! I thought. I’m in!
But not quite. Keep reading.
The biggest Jonathan news this month, of course, is the ingenious www.jonathanlethem.com, which I’ll be posting about soon. By the way, today I’m in an OS 9/IE 5.1 environment and am reminded of a fact that I’d successfully blocked out, which is that emdashes looks pretty sucky in old versions of Explorer. For example, Jennifer Hadley’s lovely graphic up above there is supposed to be centered, and I bet if I were a more advanced web designer I’m sure I could ensure its centeredness, but I’ve tried mightily and it’s just not sitting still. And the typefaces don’t look very nice at all. Very sorry about that, get Safari, and hope your workplaces are upgrading soon.
Categories: Jonathans
Cartoon caption contest: Did you know?
The Cartoon Bank has a single page each week for all the cartoons in the current issue. How convenient! Not sure for what, exactly, but it’s ideal for you emdashes readers who tell me you need me to get you through the bleakness of a workday without the magazine. I remember temping once, in the early ’90s before the information superhighway made its spectacular ribbon through our so-called lives, when I sat perfectly still for seven hours each day and tried to look alert and efficient, while young and restless Ernst & Young vice presidents sat on each other’s desks, shot baskets with crumpled-up company stationery, and discussed upcoming Giants games. How did I cope? I must have lulled myself into a wonderful catatonia, because I can’t remember anything about Ernst & Young other than the murmur of the copy machine and the view from my desk, which was of the three boyish vice presidents whose secretarial work I was never asked to do, and of the three slices of sky I could see when their doors were open, just.
Speaking of cartoons, Lisa Goldberg of Silver Spring, Maryland has won the firing-squad caption contest with “I guess my wife couldn’t make it.” What I really wanted to know was what beef the fellow’s dog had with him. It must have been something serious, for man’s best friend to turn like that. And now it’s time to go vote for Michele Sugg, who wrote a pithy, witty caption for the current contest. It’s not crazy-out-there, but it’s right. Let’s reward her for that. I’m delighted to report that Gahan Wilson is responsible for the brand-new contest‘s supremely odd drawing, so get on the immortality bus and contribute something!
The young masters
New Yorker cartoonist Eric Teitelbaum has been doing art classes for 9-to-16-year-olds in California. That is so cool. Teitelbaum, with his brother Bill, draws Bottom Liners and co-created the latest version of the Pink Panther strip.
“Kids love to be exposed to special insights,” said Teitelbaum, as he spoke recently of the multiple skills involved in drawing facial expressions and speech balloons and developing clever dialogue to fill the balloons.
He has lectured on cartooning, comedy writing and arts marketing at colleges and universities across the country. A class he gave for youths at a school in San Bernardino came to the attention of Cal State San Marcos officials.
“At the end of the class,” he said, “the most amazing thing is they want to sit around and keep working.”
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“A lot of kids have a certain visual acumen that could be expressed in the creative arts,” he said…. That could include working in advertising as well as other fields besides cartooning. But first young people “need to be exposed to these kinds of opportunities.”
Where’s the rest of me?

Hence, a slight hiccup in our usual communion. So I’ll say plainly: If anyone knows what’s happening to my little greyish-white clicky friend, which groans not unlike E.T. in his plastic-wrapped sick ward, gasping for breath, for Elliott, for Coors, for Reese’s Pieces, for Drew Barrymore, please phone home. As usual, Canadians are helpful, but I’m worried. My pal, my dear Flat Stanley, is ailing, and I need to take action. Save the Emdashes Terminal! For now, all I can do is say, “Coke. You see, we drink it. It’s a, it’s a drink. You know, food. These are toys, these are little men. This is Greedo, and then this is Hammerhead, see, this is Walrus Man, and this is Snaggle Tooth and this is Lando Calrissian, see…and look, they can even have wars. Look at this. Th-th-th-th-th-th. Uuuuuuuugh. Look, fish. The fish eat the fish food, and the shark eats the fish, and nobody eats the shark. See, this is Pez, candy. See, you eat it. You put the candy in here and then when you lift up the head, the candy comes out and you can eat it. You want some? This is a peanut. You eat it, but you can’t eat this one, ’cause this is fake. This is money. You see. You put the money in the peanut. You see? It’s a bank. See? And then, this is a car. This is what we get around in. You see? Car…hey, hey wait a second. No. You don’t eat ’em. Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Stay. Stay. I’ll be right here. OK? I’ll be right here.”
Coll mined
As rumored, the Washington Post‘s Steve Coll is moving to The New Yorker‘s Washington bureau. Read all about it.
The magazine’s Target market
From today’s Times, some superstore-sized news. Stuart Elliott writes:
FOR the first time in the 80-year history of The New Yorker magazine, a single advertiser will sponsor an entire issue.
The Aug. 22 issue of The New Yorker, due out Monday, will carry 17 or 18 advertising pages, all brought to you by the Target discount store chain owned by the Target Corporation. The Target ads will even supplant the mini-ads from mail-order marketers that typically fill small spaces in the back of the magazine.
The Target ads, in the form of illustrations by more than two dozen artists like Milton Glaser, Robert Risko and Ruben Toledo, are to run only the one time in the issue. They are intended to salute New York City and the people who live – and shop – there.
Many mainstream magazines like Time and Life have published what are known as single-sponsor issues, carrying ads only from marketers like Kraft Foods and Progressive insurance. Target has been a sole sponsor before of issues of magazines, among them People.
The goal of a single-sponsor issue is the same as it is when an advertiser buys all the commercial time in an episode of a television series: attract attention by uncluttering the ad environment.
“We try to do breakthrough things in many different places,” Minda Gralnek, vice president and creative director at Target in Minneapolis, said in a telephone interview.
” ‘Expect more. Pay less’ is our mantra,” Ms. Gralnek said, quoting the Target slogan, “and this is part of ‘Expect more.’ It’s not ordinary.”
The drawings in the Target ads will feature subway motifs, street and park scenes, a dog walker, a cocktail party, even a bridge rendered as a shoe. All the ads, not surprisingly, feature the Target bull’s-eye logo in one way or another, like a giant game of ring toss with the Target targets circling a skyscraper.
“We had a list of New York icons” that might appear in the ads, Ms. Gralnek said, but in the end “these were the rules we gave the artists: the ads had to use the Target bull’s-eye and had to have New York themes.”
The artists were also asked to draw using only three colors to help the ads stand out: red and white, for the Target logo, and black.
Neither Target nor The New Yorker, part of the Condé Nast Publications division of Advance Publications, would discuss what the sponsorship cost. A look at the magazine’s rate card suggests that a retailer like Target, which has advertised steadily in The New Yorker since 2003, would pay a bit under $1.1 million for the ads. But it is unclear whether a discount retailer whose slogan is “Expect more. Pay less” would pay, uh, retail.
For those worried that The New Yorker may be blurring the line between editorial content and commercialism, executives of the magazine and Target offered reassurances that there would be no equivalent of The New Yorker mascot, Eustace Tilley, staring at a butterfly through a monocle covered with a Target bull’s-eye.
“The editorial integrity of our product is a big thing,” David Carey, vice president and publisher of The New Yorker, said in an interview at his office in Times Square.
“People often say, ‘We’d like to do something in The New Yorker that’s never been done before,’ but we have high standards,” Mr. Carey said. “There are some ads we don’t accept if they break the format of the magazine.”
So while The New Yorker will run “a few scent strips a year” and gatefold cover ads, he added, the magazine has rejected ads in formats like the Dutch door, when a front cover, split in two, unfolds to reveal an ad inside.
Target was not told in advance what the editorial contents or the cover of the issue would be, Mr. Carey said, and there is to be no editorial acknowledgement of the sponsorship. (An ad identifying the illustrators is to run in the back pages of the issue.)
The ads were designed to look different from the cartoons that decorate the pages of The New Yorker, Mr. Carey said. For example, none of the ads are to have captions.
Mr. Carey said that he informed the editor of The New Yorker, David Remnick, that the issue would have Target as its sole sponsor and that the arrangement would not affect the editorial department in any way.
Mr. Remnick, asked for a response, replied in an e-mail message, “Ads are ads, and I have no problem at all with Target’s advertising a lot, all at once, or a page at a time.”
Target and The New Yorker have been planning the issue for several months, working to find a week when the magazine could clear out all its other advertisers. The mid-August date “was an easier time to do it,” Mr. Carey said, because “if you want to own an entire issue” there are typically fewer advertisers during the dog days of summer than, say, during the holiday shopping season.
The few advertisers that had initially booked ad space in the Aug. 22 issue are being shifted to the Aug. 29 issue, Mr. Carey said.
In addition to the ads that will run on the pages of the Aug. 22 issue, there will also be a Target ad under the flaps that wrap the covers of the issues to be sold on newsstands.
The New Yorker issue joins a lengthy list of catchy marketing and promotional ploys from Target. They include opening so-called pop-up stores, which remain in business only a few weeks; decorating the outsides of office buildings with oversize Target billboards; and hiring acrobats and dancers last month to walk down the side of 30 Rockefeller Center in a “vertical fashion show.”
Many of Target’s special ads are aimed at New York City for reasons that include a desire to burnish the image of its stores among fashionistas in the garment district and burnish the image of its corporate parent on Wall Street. There are five Target stores in three New York City boroughs: the Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens; so far, to contradict a famous Lorenz Hart lyric, Target does not have Manhattan (or Staten Island).
Ms. Gralnek said she was aware that some Manhattan shoppers, seeing all the Target ads in a borough that has no Target stores, have expressed frustration.
“If it does make some people want a Target more, that’s not a bad thing,” Ms. Gralnek said, adding that they could “get to the other stores” in the outer boroughs or visit the 53 Target stores in the metropolitan New York area, including Long Island and New Jersey.
True, but is there a magazine called The Long Islander, or The New Jerseyan?
Actually, no less a New Yorker than Walt Whitman founded a paper called The Long Islander in 1838, and the Long-Islander in print today recently won six New York Press Awards. Headlines from this week’s edition: “Huntington Spas: The Royal Treatment,” “Sedaka Brings Classics To Westbury,” and, aptly, “What’s in a Name”?
East Hampton: Wilsey tonight
You wouldn’t want to miss these readings. If you’re in East Hampton right now, you’re already ahead of the game, so why not feel even more superior by going to see Sean Wilsey, who will not only tickle you with his winsome presence but also tell you about his crazy socialite childhood in San Francisco and the various burnout boardings schools he kind of attended? He lived to tell the tale. Welcome him.
Friday, August 12
East Hampton, NY
with A.M. Homes
Book Hampton
20 Main St.
8:00 p.m.
I bet the one on the 24th will be a major McSweeney’s-sation, so get there early. Have some coffee. It’s a gorgeous bookstore, and I plan to spend a lot of time there in the future.
Wednesday, August 24
New York, NY
with Todd Pruzan and John Hodgman
McNally Robinson Booksellers
50 Prince St.
(212) 274-1160
7:00 p.m.
Getting the poetry from news

From an obituary of Richard Avedon:
“We’ve lost one of the great visual imaginations of the last half century,” said David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker.
Avedon’s influence on photography was immense, and his sensuous fashion work helped create the era of supermodels such as Naomi Campbell and Cindy Crawford (news). But Avedon went in another direction with his portrait work, shooting unsparing and often unflattering shots of subjects from Marilyn Monroe to Michael Moore.
“The results can be pitiless,” Time magazine critic Richard Lacayo once noted. “With every wrinkle and sag set out in high relief, even the mightiest plutocrat seems just one more dwindling mortal.”
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“If a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it’s as though I’ve neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up,” [Avedon] said in 1970. “I know that the accident of my being a photographer has made my life possible.”
Coming back from dancing, an essential art I discovered by accident, I read this and thought both of that and of poetry, which it’s easy to neglect and impossible to replace. Men do die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. Happening on the Avedon obit also made me think of Peter Jennings, whose death I’m finding too sad to ponder. I liked Danny Schechter’s reflections, though. As they’ve done before with breaking news and in light of the extra lag from the double issue, www.newyorker.com has a quick update and a link:
Peter Jennings, who anchored ABC News from 1965 until his diagnosis with cancer earlier this year, died at age sixty-seven this week. Last year, Jennings joined his fellow network news anchors Dan Rather and Tom Brokaw in this conversation with The New Yorker’s Ken Auletta, who spoke with the three men about the past, present, and future of television news.
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[Link]
Audio Q. & A.
The Three Anchors
Posted 2005-02-28This week in the magazine, Ken Auletta profiles Dan Rather on the eve of his departure from the “CBS Evening News.†On October 2, 2004, Auletta moderated a panel discussion with Rather, Tom Brokaw, and Peter Jennings, in the Celeste Bartos Forum of the New York Public Library, as part of the sixth annual New Yorker Festival. Here, in three parts, is a recording of that conversation.
Perhaps appropriately, an Ad Council popup asking “Have you been a dad today?” is blocking my view of the Jennings links. National Fatherhood Initiative, indeed. When there was no TV below 14th St. on September 11 and the following days, there was still Peter Jennings. How was that? Remember that ’50s movie The Next Voice You Hear…? Jennings wasn’t a god, but his tired voice filled those nights. Giuliani got a lot of mileage for showing up, but it was Jennings who reassured us that even if the world was ending, he’d stay on air till it was done. I wonder if Remnick will write the piece; I can’t find a link or even a reference to the old Talk about Bloomberg’s smoking ban, but I think Remnick was responsible (I’ll check later, but please write in if you remember). Even if not, I loved that the story contained both stern echoes that smoking is awful for you and blatant wistfulness for the lingering charms, the portable fire and easy talk, in the world of cigarettes. That Talk made me understand why people smoke beyond the facile “It’s addictive.” Dwindling mortals stand all over the city, poisoned and glamorous.
Gourevitch on WNYC shortly
To talk about the tsunami’s effect (let’s make a pact never to use the word “impact” again as either a noun or a verb) on Sri Lanka’s Tamil Tiger movement, which he wrote about in the August 1st issue (“Tides of War”; sadly, it’s not online).
