I've often thought it a privilege to come across an exceptional piece, a compelling narrative, a brilliant book. That's how it feels to me reading your evocative piece about your years at The New Yorker. Thank you.
What an achievement! Love the peek behind the masthead--and Newhouse writing to subscribers is unbelievable! Does this mean we'll be able to read The New Yorker Diaries one day??
IT HAD TO BE YOU. (DAMMIT ) WONDERFUL YOU. IT HAD TO BE YOU. AND ALLL THE REST...WHAT A CENTURY IT'S BEEN. HAIL TO LONGEVITY AND REMEMBERING OUR NANNIES NAMES WITH PRIDE AND RESEPECT
This is a wonderful appreciation of the magazine, but also an intriguing revelation of mild-mannered skullduggery at TNY. What strikes me most is the vivid description of quirky, eccentric talent - and what talent! To have nurtured these great writers, to have restored the magazine to economic viability, and to have passed on your leadership to a more than capable crew represents a treasured gift to its readers. It’s an enormous accomplishment and a gift that keeps on giving. Thank you, Tina.
What an absolute joy and thrill to read. And you pulled my all-time favorite New Yorker cartoon, one I’ve shared with many beleaguered and burnt-out colleagues over the years.
You brought tears to my eyes. My first New Yorker subscription was when I was 6, a gift from my mother because she thought I would like the cartoons. In retrospect, I realize it was for her. I am now 72 and still love the magazine as it has accompanied me through the ups and downs of life. The only downside to being a devotee of the New Yorker is that you are unable to read most other publications as they are written so badly and edited so poorly. Thank you Tina for resuscitating TNY and for sharing such an intimate glimpse into a beloved institution.
OMG, such exquisite writing. I felt like I was there listening in as you talked to all the journalists coming and going. Laughing at times at the plight, and a woman re-imagined The New Yorker. Kudos to you!
In cleaning house last week, what joy at rediscovering my pile of saved New Yorker covers. The comics, the covers . . . . never fail to tear through to the core.
I started to subscribe to The New Yorker when you were editor. You were a brilliant editor! I subscribe still and you got me started. Thank you for that.
As a reader since childhood, my appreciation of the magazine has grown with your depictions of The New Yorker's inner workings. That history is invaluable, and your unique perspective and sharp wit are the extra sauce.
I love every word of this, but especially your recitation of the swank and swagger of the early days of the magazine that was not for the lady from Dubuque. In researching a biography of the late Shubert president Bernard Jacobs, I savored A.J. Liebling's masterly 1939 three-part profile of Lee and J.J. Shubert -- the Boys from Syracuse -- not only for its irresistible merging of reportage and abashment -- feigned, no doubt -- at their quirks and excesses, but for the saucy (when did you last read that word?) cartoons surrounding it, drawings that would have been at home in Playboy a quarter-century hence and which would be unlikely to pass muster today...
I've often thought it a privilege to come across an exceptional piece, a compelling narrative, a brilliant book. That's how it feels to me reading your evocative piece about your years at The New Yorker. Thank you.
What an achievement! Love the peek behind the masthead--and Newhouse writing to subscribers is unbelievable! Does this mean we'll be able to read The New Yorker Diaries one day??
IT HAD TO BE YOU. (DAMMIT ) WONDERFUL YOU. IT HAD TO BE YOU. AND ALLL THE REST...WHAT A CENTURY IT'S BEEN. HAIL TO LONGEVITY AND REMEMBERING OUR NANNIES NAMES WITH PRIDE AND RESEPECT
This is a wonderful appreciation of the magazine, but also an intriguing revelation of mild-mannered skullduggery at TNY. What strikes me most is the vivid description of quirky, eccentric talent - and what talent! To have nurtured these great writers, to have restored the magazine to economic viability, and to have passed on your leadership to a more than capable crew represents a treasured gift to its readers. It’s an enormous accomplishment and a gift that keeps on giving. Thank you, Tina.
What an absolute joy and thrill to read. And you pulled my all-time favorite New Yorker cartoon, one I’ve shared with many beleaguered and burnt-out colleagues over the years.
You were (are) an editor of genius, there and at VF.
You brought tears to my eyes. My first New Yorker subscription was when I was 6, a gift from my mother because she thought I would like the cartoons. In retrospect, I realize it was for her. I am now 72 and still love the magazine as it has accompanied me through the ups and downs of life. The only downside to being a devotee of the New Yorker is that you are unable to read most other publications as they are written so badly and edited so poorly. Thank you Tina for resuscitating TNY and for sharing such an intimate glimpse into a beloved institution.
OMG, such exquisite writing. I felt like I was there listening in as you talked to all the journalists coming and going. Laughing at times at the plight, and a woman re-imagined The New Yorker. Kudos to you!
In cleaning house last week, what joy at rediscovering my pile of saved New Yorker covers. The comics, the covers . . . . never fail to tear through to the core.
I’m breathless.
What a triumph.
I confess I was an early skeptic. But that was smashed in a few months.
Reading this today, I suspect the entire magazine—no, the entire institution of quality magazine journalism—was saved by your tenure.
Brilliant. Loved reading this. To use a quote from the article, beautiful sentences and intellectual rigor.
I started to subscribe to The New Yorker when you were editor. You were a brilliant editor! I subscribe still and you got me started. Thank you for that.
As a reader since childhood, my appreciation of the magazine has grown with your depictions of The New Yorker's inner workings. That history is invaluable, and your unique perspective and sharp wit are the extra sauce.
I love every word of this, but especially your recitation of the swank and swagger of the early days of the magazine that was not for the lady from Dubuque. In researching a biography of the late Shubert president Bernard Jacobs, I savored A.J. Liebling's masterly 1939 three-part profile of Lee and J.J. Shubert -- the Boys from Syracuse -- not only for its irresistible merging of reportage and abashment -- feigned, no doubt -- at their quirks and excesses, but for the saucy (when did you last read that word?) cartoons surrounding it, drawings that would have been at home in Playboy a quarter-century hence and which would be unlikely to pass muster today...
What a great read and, of course, what a triumph your time there was.
This was like swimming in champagne. And really good stuff too.