Tuesday, November 15, 2016

I Thought the New Yorker was Supposed to be Well-Written

By Nicholas Stix

What on earth is he saying?

I’ve gone up to 20 years at a time without reading the New Yorker, yet I’ve never felt that I might have missed something important.

This is not your father’s New Yorker.

In heaven, E.B. White weeps.

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