From this week's issue of the New Yorker magazine, here are some highlights with links to the articles.
The Man Who Was There
“Joe Bowie and one of the Hungarian guys wrote these fantastic songs,” Boyd recalled. “English by a guy who doesn’t speak English. Lyrics like ‘You are strangling me with your love in your hotel room of permanent disorder.’
The hundred-and-twenty-nine-dish menu is long enough to be paralyzing, and can be perilously unpredictable. Request something not too hot, and it may prove spicy enough to trigger not only euphoria but also sweat and tears and intestinal corrosion. Then again...
It is sometimes suggested that schools no longer teach children values, but this assertion would not be true of P.S. 321, in Park Slope, which has been offering an “Ad-Busters” class as an after-school program, intended to impart radical skepticism to kindergartners.
The Valiant Swabian
When youthful and frisky, Albert Einstein would refer to himself as “the valiant Swabian,” quoting the poem by Ludwig Uhland: “But the valiant Swabian is not afraid.”
Faces Of Our Time
A collection of photographs by New Yorker staffer, Steve Pyke.