Tag Archives: The New Yorker

Why I Read

I just finished a book of New Yorker profiles by John Lahr called Show and Tell (2000).  They were no more than 40 pages long, more like 30 ranging from Woody Allen to Frank Sinatra, David Mamet and Bob Hope … Continue reading

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Kukla Fran And Molly

I’m beginning to feel like Joseph Mitchell, a vintage writer for the New Yorker, not to ever put myself in his esteemed class, but because I too seem to collect characters to write about. Check out his classic, Up In … Continue reading

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Susannah of Funnybrook Farm

I’m a silly girl, I’ll admit it. The stuff I think is funny quite often eludes other people. Frankly I think lack of the ridiculous is what’s missing in our society. No one laughs anymore. Everything is serious not to … Continue reading

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Blood, Bones and Butter

Isn’t that a great title for a memoir? ‘Blood, Bones & Butter’ is the name of the book I’m reading by a Chef called  Gabrielle Hamilton who owns a sweet little restaurant in the East Village called ‘Prune.’ Her well … Continue reading

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The Wendy Chronicles

I’m in the throes of Julie Salamon’s new biography ‘Wendy And The Lost Boys’  about writer and award winning playwright Wendy Wasserstein that up until the night before last I couldn’t put down. I asked myself, why when it’s so … Continue reading

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