Monthly Archives: August 2006

And Update Makes Nine


A letter bearing good tidings from the New Yorker Store (boldface is boldly mine; there were a few more links in the email, but it’s been a long day):

The New Yorker Store is pleased to announce that the Updated DVD for The Complete New Yorker is now available for pre-order.

The updated disk replaces DVD 1 of The Complete New Yorker. It includes more than 56 new issues, from February 2005 through April 2006–that’s two bonus months of your favorite magazine.

The Updated DVD also contains upgrades and improvements that will help your program run smoother and your searches search faster. And the magazine-quality image reproduction has never been better.

Best of all, the updated disk costs just $19.99 and is available only through The New Yorker.

You can pre-order your Updated DVD today at The New Yorker Store. The DVDs will begin shipping after Labor Day.

So place your order for your Updated DVD 1 today and soon you’ll be enjoying an even more complete Complete New Yorker.

Cheers,

April L. McKenzie
Web Sales & Promotions Manager

P. S. The Complete New Yorker DVD set is now being sold with the new Updated DVD for $69. It makes a great gift for friends and family.

Well, that’s welcome news, especially about the fast searches, which will be appreciated. Thanks, A.L.M., and may I say I’m so glad you didn’t sign your letter either “Regards” or “Best”? Not that I mind them that much in a business context, but I get hives when I see them dispensed by purported friends. They’re but one treacherous degree away from the dreaded, deadly blank subject line of doom.

I know just the person to review the new disk, so stay tuned…

If There’s Anything Good in the Mel Gibson Mess

it’s this classic chiasmus from Leon Wieseltier:

Mad Max is making Max mad, and Murray, and Irving, and Mort, and Marty, and Abe.”

Spoken (or something) to Maureen Dowd. The whole thing is nearly a prose poem (note the internal rhyme of Murray and Irving, and the Biblical and/or nursery-rhyme intonation of “Mort, and Marty, and Abe”); there are Iowa graduates who can’t build a sentence like this.

Meanwhile, the wise and droll Cary Tennis theorizes that Mel should have shown a bit more fighting spirit, apprehended-perp-style: “As anyone with experience in such matters could have told him, the proper way to attempt a drunken escape from an arresting officer is: Just bolt. Run. Do not say anything. Certainly do not say anything as pedestrian as ‘I’m not going to get into your car.’ That is inane.” He suggests a more creative dash from the fuzz, which of course recalls the zany high-speed chasers in that Tad Friend piece about escape-car-driving as an L.A. spectator sport. If I’m not mistaken, Tennis is a recovered alcoholic himself, so the humor has an unmistakeable and extra-potent bite.

Chiasmus in The New Yorker [Mardy Grothe]

Another Argument for the Long Piece

Indiewire interviews Laura Poitras, director of the forthcoming documentary My Country, My Country, which airs on PBS October 25 (and opens in limited release in theaters this Friday, August 4). Today in Salon, Andrew O’Hehir calls it “a keenly constructed and tragic film, probably the best documentary so far to depict the Iraqi side of the current conflict.” Here’s PBS’s description of the film:

Working alone in Iraq over eight months, filmmaker Laura Poitras creates an extraordinarily intimate portrait of Iraqis living under U.S. occupation. Her principal focus is Dr. Riyadh, an Iraqi medical doctor, father of six and Sunni political candidate. An outspoken critic of the occupation, he is equally passionate about the need to establish democracy in Iraq, arguing that Sunni participation in the January 2005 elections is essential. Yet all around him, Dr. Riyadh sees only chaos, as his waiting room fills each day with patients suffering the physical and mental effects of ever-increasing violence.

And here’s the Indiewire excerpt:

How/where did the initial ideas for “My Country, My Country” come from?

[Poitras:] In November 2003 I read an article by George Packer in the New Yorker (“War After the War” [link to the piece]), about the first months of the U.S. occupation in Iraq. It was one of those very long New Yorker article that take days to read. By the time I finished it, I knew I was making a documentary in Iraq. I was motivated by a sense of despair about the war, and a desire to reveal what was happening in Iraq through the stories of people on the ground. Continued.

Oh, Wiki, You’re So Fine

Here’s Rob Walker, in Murketing mode, on the very nicely written Wikipedia piece from last week’s issue. Which, as you know, is for me still this week’s issue. I just got my renewal notice (yes, I too pay for The New Yorker, but sometimes I get free pizza and a much-needed cold beer, so thanks, nice people!), and I think it’s finally time to give up and have my subscription transfered to my office in Manhattan, just so I can actually see the magazine in a timely fashion. Which doesn’t mean I’ll give up the fight for the four-fifths of New York City that can’t read The New Yorker till Wednesday or Thursday. No sir!

Meanwhile, in the Boston Phoenix, a preview of Wikimania 2006.

Leo the Lionheart (or Maybe Even Penguinheart)

Speaking of cartoons, alumni magazines (a favorite genre of mine, as some of you know) love to profile cartoonist graduates, especially when they make it to the Show. Here’s longtime quality starter—and retired pilot!—Leo Cullum, Holy Cross ’63, in an entertaining and in-depth profile in Holy Cross Magazine. From the story (forgive me, no time to add itals, but will insert soon!):

Finding he had plenty of spare time between flights and during layovers, Cullum revived his old interest in art. He took a couple of painting classes and developed an interest in cartooning.

“It looked like something I could do,” he says. “I bought some instructional books which explained the format, and I began studying the work of various cartoonists.”

At that time Manhattan was the Mecca of cartooning, and every Wednesday Cullum and other cartoonists, both neophyte and established, would make the pilgrimage to those cartoon editors who traditionally held an open house that day.

“The first time I drew a batch of cartoons and took them to the city, I met a number of the artists I had been studying,” Cullum says. “It was enormous fun for me, and, though I didn’t sell anything, I did receive some encouragement from some editors. I was hooked.”

In 1973, TWA transferred Cullum to Los Angeles. He took up residence in Malibu and continued to draw cartoons when he wasn’t flying.

“I think what I loved about trying to create a cartoon was the writing at least as much as the drawing,” Cullum says. “Trying to think of a funny or pithy comment came naturally to me and here was a chance to put it to use.”

Soon he was actually selling cartoons. His first was to Air Line Pilot Magazine. Cullum’s cartoons also showed up in True, Argosy, The Saturday Evening Post and Sports Afield.

“It didn’t take long to realize that, both in terms of prestige and money. the place to be was The New Yorker,” he says. “At that time The New Yorker used gag writers, and, though my drawings were rejected on a weekly basis, they eventually started buying some of my ideas and pairing me with Charles Addams.”

In 1977, the magazine bought one of Cullum’s cartoons, and pretty soon he was a regular.

“The New Yorker, did not, as is widely supposed, invent the magazine cartoon,” Mankoff says, “but, between the late 1920s and the mid 1930s, it certainly perfected it and made it part of American and, then, world culture. We’re proud of that tradition and intend to maintain it. As long as we have cartoonists like Leo Cullum, I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about.”

Cartoon Caption Contest: New Feature?

I’m sure this has been around for a while and I haven’t noticed it, but when I was voting for Harry Effron and his hilariously apt and democratically triumphant anti-caption-turned-real-caption, this offer turned up in the thank-you page:

If you can’t read printing that small, it says “Purchase this cartoon with the caption you voted on as a matted print for only $49.95 now.” So now you can have the caption you were rooting for, and the non-winners can be satisfied that their captions really were the most fitting, forevermore. Nice move, Cartoon Bank!

Update: I see you can also order a cartoon with your own caption. That’s probably been around for a while, too. I’m adjusting to working full-time again, folks; this is how things get missed!

If you’re curious about how the winning caption evolved for another inspired Drew Dernavich contest cartoon, the exclusive interview is here, and continues right here.