If you live in Victoria, British Columbia, you can scoop up a whole bunch of vintage magazines for a song, including many ’30s and ’40s New Yorkers, because the public library there is dumping all its messy old paper onto the bargain table. “A separate table will be reserved for the oldest magazines, which will be sold by silent auction.” Indeed.
David Remnick will quite rightly be winning The Benjamin C. Bradlee Editor of the Year Award from the National Press Foundation.
Leaves You Wanting Less calls David Rakoff’s writeup of his Woody Allen binge “positively Kael-worthy.”
As for Zbigniew: I naturally assumed the parents in question were poets (who are often drunk), and the name was a tribute to the great Zbigniew Herbert, whose deathless “Mr. Cogito” poems were introduced to me by Phillis Levin, who has herself been in The New Yorker not a few times.