The best thing about the New Yorker today is their online blogs,
I regard them as the new New Yorker, as the old New Yorker is long gone, a fading memory of the golden era of the literary arts.
Every weekday there are several posts, not one as is the common practice. In fact, there is a group of New Yorker bloggers, whose blogs are listed in the top headline of the blog page. The link I use is their Cultural Desk that is their centralized hub for commentaries on literature, music, film and art.
On Thursday, September 27th, a fairly representative day in the life of this blog, I counted
eight separate postings, as follows.
The New York Art Book Fair
Writing Negative Reviews on Amazon
The Songs of Iris Dement
Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring
The Daily Book News
Prime Minister Netanyahu Caption Contest
Classical Musician and Orchestral Rapper, Chilly Gonzales
This is quite a rich and varied collection and they represent but a small portion of what also is available on the magazine’s Website. You can check the weekly issue to learn the table of contents and which of the articles are not blocked. The fact that the new New Yorker doesn’t make them all available is a bit annoying, largely a matter, I imagine, of Conde-Nast’s corporate interests and we all know what they are.
However, if you are a subscriber, you can also sign in to read them all. The magazine now has a number of digital editions, iPad, iPhone and some but not all Android tablets, free to subscribers, but not to non-subscribers.
Who needs a print edition of the magazine anymore? If you are interested in politics, celebrities, entertainment, food, fashion, etc, then it remains your cup of tea.
P.S. The next day there was another set of eight posts about: the Moby Dick Read, The New York Film Festival, a rehearsal for a new play, the Pale King Archive, long forgotten food recipes, a humorous post on punctuation marks, Japanese photo books at the New York Art Book Fair, and the regular book news.
And just yesterday, that was a long and amusing post about Haruki Murakami and his readers, the Harukists, who were disappointed that he didn’t win the Nobel Prize.