Monthly Archives: October 2008

Festival Preview: A Divine Weekend, Sans Sarah Palin!

Well, she did fine, I thought. Biden was better. She won’t lose the race for McCain. Next subject.
Next subject? That’s the New Yorker Festival! Which is this weekend! Emily and I will gallivant (that verb wears the simple present tense oddly) to as many events as we are able, and we will be writing up our reports over the weekend and well into the week after.
In addition we’ll be twittering away from our cellphones as we move from event to event, so be sure to check out the Emdashes Twitter feed plus “twemes.com/nyfest”:www.twemes.com/nyfest. If you want to add your comments to the latter feed, send your “tweets” to **40404** and add **#nyfest** to the start of your message. The more the merrier!
Note that a limited number of tickets to ALL events will be on sale at the Festival Headquarters at Metropolitan Pavilion, 125 West 18th Street during the weekend. Here’s the “schedule”:http://www.festival.newyorker.com/schedule.cfm. If you have gotten shut out of your must-see event, be sure to try your luck there.
It should be a great weekend: Stephen Colbert, Clint Eastwood, Oliver Stone, Elmore Leonard, Barbara Ehrenreich, Mary-Louise Parker, Elizabeth Edwards, Joe Trippi, Martha Plimpton, Paul Rudd, Dawn Upshaw, Guillermo del Toro, and Chuck Hagel are a few of the featured guests, and _New Yorker_ stalwarts like Adam Gopnik, James Surowiecki, Rebecca Mead, Michael Specter, Ian Frazier, David Denby, Dorothy Wickenden, Jeffrey Toobin, Paul Muldoon, and the redoubtable David Remnick will collude to make it three days to cherish.
If you spot Emily or myself, be sure to say hello!

The New Yorker Endorses Barack Obama

Yep! Just got the news via the magazine’s Twitter. Here’s the link. It opens:

Never in living memory has an election been more critical than the one fast approaching–that’s the quadrennial cliché, as expected as the balloons and the bombast. And yet when has it ever felt so urgently true? When have so many Americans had so clear a sense that a Presidency has–at the levels of competence, vision, and integrity–undermined the country and its ideals? Read on.

Fourth Annual Passport to the Arts: Tickets Go on Sale Tomorrow

Martin Schneider writes:
Always welcome, a press release from the Mother Ship, reproduced below:
The New Yorker’s Fourth Annual Passport to the Arts Event
A Benefit for Friends of the High Line

October 2, 2008–On Saturday, November 8, 2008, the New Yorker Promotion Department will host its fourth annual Passport to the Arts event, featuring a self-guided tour of twenty-eight leading Chelsea galleries, an evening cocktail reception, and a silent auction benefitting Friends of the High Line. Tickets are $45 and will go on sale, tomorrow, October 3, 2008, at www.ticketweb.com.
On Saturday, November 8th, participants will pick up a program guide, a map, and an official passport at la.venue at the Terminal Stores Building, West 28th Street between Eleventh and Twelfth Avenues, between 11 a.m. and 3 p.m. The self-guided tour of the twenty-eight participating galleries goes until 6 p.m. At each gallery, passports will be stamped with a replica of the featured work of art. From 6 p.m. to 8 p.m., participants are invited to a cocktail reception at la.venue, featuring a silent auction of works by Marina Adams, Julio Bittencourt, Geoffrey Chadsey, Matt Keegan, Joseph Kosuth, Keith Mayerson, Beatríz Milhazes, Aleksandra Mir, Santi Moix, Matthew Ritchie, Mia Westerlund Roosen, Joshua Smith, Mickalene Thomas, and other artists.
All funds raised by the silent auction and a portion of the proceeds of ticket sales will benefit Friends of the High Line. Friends of the High Line is a nonprofit organization dedicated to the preservation and reuse of the High Line, a 1.5-mile elevated railway that runs along the West Side of Manhattan. For more information on Friends of the High Line, please visit www.thehighline.org.
The New Yorker’s Passport to the Arts event is presented by Embassy Suites Hotels. It is sponsored by Barclays Capital, Land Rover, and MasterCard World Card, and supported by Kenneth Cole Awearness, LU Biscuits, and the Mexico Tourism Board.
For more information, including a full list of participating galleries and artists, visit www.PassporttotheArtsNYC.com. Tickets are $45 and will be available via TicketWeb at www.ticketweb.com or by phone at 866-468-7610 on October 3rd.

Say Goodbye to Chuck (and Bucks): Merrill Lynch in the New Yorker Archive

Jonathan Taylor, who previously revisited John McPhee on New York City’s greenmarkets and strongly suggested that the city install skybridges, writes:
If it’s really the end of an era for Wall Street, it will also be the end of a perennial New Yorker trope.
Recently subsumed brokerage Merrill Lynch, a metonym for Wall Street (itself a metonym!), was for decades an absurdly frequent subject of New Yorker Talk pieces and cartoons, which exhibited an inexhaustible fascination with the length and euphony of its name in its various iterations, particularly “Merrill Lynch, Pierce Fenner & Beane.”
Should that not be “Merrill, Lynch, Pierce….”? It should not, and an amusing December 27, 1947, Talk piece, “Fine Point,” settled it. The erroneous placement of a comma where it didn’t belong had led to a “warm discussion” among magazine proofreaders. (Most likely it was in a September 13, 1947, cartoon, in which a woman asks her investment counselor, “When you say Merrill, Lynch, Pierce, Fenner and Beane recommend a certain stock, do you mean it’s unanimous or just a simple majority?”)
“The situation set us to worrying,” wrote Talk, “and since, with us, to worry is to act, we sent a man downtown to investigate.” This man soon enough got co-founder (or “lead-off man,” as it was put) Charles Merrill on the horn. Merrill told him that when he and Edmund Lynch founded Merrill Lynch & Co. in 1914, they simply took after the ethereal example of J.P. Morgan affiliates (Morgan Grenfell, Drexel Morgan & Co.) that had no need for the workaday comma.
And in the discreet banking world, it seems that it can be wiser not to tip one’s hand punctuationally. “Fine Point” goes on to explain that when Merrill Lynch & Co. merged with another firm in 1940, there was a New York law forbidding a partnership from including a dead person in its name. This was initially thought to mean that the new company could not retain Lynch, who had died in 1938, in its name. But another law did permit the name of a firm to be a component of a name of a partnership; some syntactically wise lawyers surmised that, without a comma, “Merrill Lynch” could be construed as the name of a firm, rather than simply the names of two partners. “Otherwise, Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner & Beane would be called something else today, maybe Chuck,” the mag quipped.
The next name change, to Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner & Smith, prompted another investigation, in the February 15, 1958, issue. It was a small loss to the culture: “The explosive, easily rhymed climax provided by ‘Beane’ has long been a boon to writers of songs and gags.” A year later a 1959 piece titled “& Beane?” looked in on the departed partner, Alph Beane, who had co-founded a new firm, J.R. Williston & Beane Inc.
I wondered if Beane had perhaps shown superhuman prudence in bailing out of Merrill Lynch a whole half century before Merrill’s demise. But his 1994 Times obit notes, “In the fall of 1963, Williston & Beane began to have financial difficulties when it failed to meet capital requirements at the New York Stock Exchange and the American Stock Exchange after the bankruptcy of a client, the Allied Crude Vegetable Oil and Refining Company, which was unable to meet margin calls on soybean and cottonseed futures clients”; it was absorbed by another brokerage.

The “Mad Men” Files: It’s Toasted

Today’s installment is courtesy of Frank Modell in the February 13, 1960, issue. Shades of the very first episode, in which Don Draper teaches the tobacco executives to reassure their addicted customers. “Smoke your cigarette,” he says. “You still have to get where you’re going.” That’s some evil stuff right there.
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The Brothers Grimm and George Herbert Explain It All to You

(Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
)
“You, Cinderella?” she said. “You, all covered with dust and dirt, and you want to go to the festival? You have neither clothes nor shoes, and yet you want to dance!”
(But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack’d anything.
)
However, because Cinderella kept asking, the stepmother finally said, “I have scattered a bowl of lentils into the ashes for you. If you can pick them out again in two hours, then you may go with us.”
(“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”;
Love said, “You shall be he.”
)
The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “You tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather:
The good ones go into the pot,
The bad ones go into your crop.”
Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowl. Hardly one hour had passed before they were finished, and they all flew out again.
The girl took the bowl to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them.
(“I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”

But the stepmother said, “No, Cinderella, you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. Everyone would only laugh at you.”
Cinderella began to cry, and then the stepmother said, “You may go if you are able to pick two bowls of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour,” thinking to herself, “She will never be able to do that.”
The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “You tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather:
The good ones go into the pot,
The bad ones go into your crop.”
(“Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”

Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowls. Before a half hour had passed they were finished, and they all flew out again.
The girl took the bowls to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them.
But the stepmother said, “It’s no use. You are not coming with us, for you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. We would be ashamed of you.” With this she turned her back on Cinderella, and hurried away with her two proud daughters.
(“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
)
Now that no one else was at home, Cinderella went to her mother’s grave beneath the hazel tree, and cried out:
Shake and quiver, little tree,
Throw gold and silver down to me.
Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She quickly put on the dress and went to the festival.
Her stepsisters and her stepmother did not recognize her. They thought she must be a foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought it was Cinderella, for they thought that she was sitting at home in the dirt, looking for lentils in the ashes.
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit and eat.

–From “Cinderella,” by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, and “Love (III),” by George Herbert

The Wavy Rule, a Daily Comic by Paul Morris: …Something Completely Different

Paul writes about today’s cartoon:
Is it just me, or is the American public not angry enough about this whole bailout? What we need is an “Eric Praline-like”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Praline character, high-pitched and indignant, to go before the President, or Congress, or both, and ask what in bleedin’ hell is going on: “Look, it’s people like you what cause unrest.” “A letter to America attributed to John Cleese”:http://blog.tmcnet.com/blog/rich-tehrani/personal/john-cleeses-letter-to-america.html is now considered to be apocryphal, but nevertheless makes interesting reading. As a “Sarvik.com article”:http://www.sarvik.com called “Between Iraq and a Hard Place” has pointed out, “since the bank rescue package will not include assistance for The People, and because society at large will demand assistance for them as well, bigger government or/and higher taxes to stimulate the system through public works are inevitable in one form or another. Increased taxation is the domain of Democrats, and that’s why they will ultimately win the 2008 Presidential election. The Republicans won’t want to confuse their reputation by being forced to create another New deal administration, as it will make it extremely difficult in future to campaign on a platform of conservatism and small government.”
Also, check out Cleese’s “official site!”:http://www.thejohncleese.com/ And click on the cartoon to enlarge it!
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More by Paul Morris: “The Wavy Rule” archive; “Arnjuice,” a wistful, funny webcomic; a smorgasbord at Flickr; and beautifully off-kilter cartoon collections for sale (and free download) at Lulu.