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“New York” versus “The New Yorker”.

April 6, 2011 \pm\30 1:01 pm

I dislike “The New Yorker.” To me, it sounds like a conversation between two tipsy lawyers in Darien, Connecticut:


“It’s a mess, what’s happening in Afghanistan.”

“Yes. Deplorable.”


While “New York” magazine seems to be written by a merry pot dealer on the Upper West Side:


“Everyone believes that Lady Gaga doesn’t wear underwear, but actually she wears two sets of panties at all times!”*


“New York” is full of charming distractions: polls of 100 random pedestrians, graphs of the number of iguanas in Manhattan, short interviews with rising indie movie stars. But even the feature articles are worth reading. They’re like “New Yorker” short stories, without the goddam offhand solemnity. For example, “The Sins of the Coach” (March 28, 2001), the story of Bob Oliva, a wildly successful basketball coach at Christ the King High School in Middle Village, Queens, who is charged with child molesting in Massachusetts. By the end of the article, we are sitting in Oliva’s condo in Myrtle Beach. He offers the reporter (Jason Zengerle) — and by extension, us — a drink, and sits languidly, watching the video of his induction into Christ the King’s Hall of Fame. He’s had a pretty good run, as a coach and **child predator. “You know, I’m not a bad guy,” Bob says, staring straight ahead.


*I made this up



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