I’ll expand this post a bit later this week, but for now, I’ll just wish David Remnick a very happy 10th anniversary at The New Yorker. Here’s another of his many appreciators (who just turned 21! the twentysomethings are reading–see below), with a similar cheer and a link to a Financial Times profile about Remnick’s first decade at the magazine. From the FT piece:

Remnick has much to celebrate after 10 years: circulation of The New Yorker has risen by 32 per cent, to more than 1m copies a week; re-subscription rates, at 85 per cent, are the highest in the industry; and despite the conventional wisdom that young readers don’t have the attention span to do more than blog, text and twitter, the magazine has seen its 18-to-24 readership grow by 24 per cent and its 25-to-34 readership rise 52 per cent. Twenty-four of its 47 National Magazine Awards were awarded under Remnick’s tenure. Perhaps most reassuring of all, The New Yorker’s balance sheet has moved from red to black – although its private ownership precludes him from revealing how much profit it makes.

Let’s hope he’s celebrating today and not just fielding calls about the cover; that’s what the animatronic Eustace Tilley is for.