Goodbye to an Era
So I just threw out 2 New Yorkers today.
What’s the big deal? You are obviously thinking. A new New Yorker Magazine comes every week! You’re not one of those crazy pack rats, are you?
No, dear readers. No, I am not.
Nor am I, apparently… an actual New Yorker reader any more.
Because it’s a rare issue that I read more than the letters, a few cartoons, and half of the “About Town” section. More than that? It’s been months. Years? Close to it…
When I was a child, I thought the magazine was ridiculous. Words, words, words… BORING! I’d read each & every cartoon and then toss the thing aside. But once I graduated college and was floating about trying my luck in the City of Angels… I suddenly discovered its value. Words, words, words! Glorious words! Thoughtful words! Pithy words! Funny words! Politically liberal words!
Fiction, interviews, investigative stories, opinion items, profiles, band and movie reviews, and yes… the cartoons. Loved all of it, every week. Gobbled it up. Felt smart, felt fulfilled, felt like I was not alone, felt informed, felt like I was a New Yorker by proxy.
It happened slowly, over time.
First, I discovered The Week (news crack).
Then, I had three children.
I used to read novels, too, by the way. I would devour them, eat them alive, suck the marrow out of them and they would leave me breathless.
I did read The Help. And… um… the Harry Potter Books? Which got progressively less awesome. And a few others, here and there…
But mostly, I watched TV and lived life.
Which, dear readers, can be exhausting.
I think I may not renew my New Yorker subscription this fall.
Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)