Friday, May 26, 2006


I cancelled my subscription to The New Yorker.

I said to the woman who assisted me on the phone:

It's just so pathetic. I mean, I'm an English professor! I'm a writer! But when I get home in the evening, I say, "Whoopie! The New Yorker! Yippie! Vogue!" And then The (sad) New Yorker goes straight into the recycling bin.

She laughed and said, "I'm with you. I don't think anyone actually reads The New Yorker."

I said, "Seriously. When I see people reading it on the subway, I feel like saying to them, 'Oh please. I know you have Us Weekly hidden behind that showy cover."

Accomplishment #1 for Friday afternoon.


Blogger greeneyes said...

Oh thank you. My New Yorkers sit piled on my coffee table. A new one comes, I put it in the pile. I may flip through and read an occasional story. But my Harper's Bazaar comes, and I read it cover to cover. Twice.

Okay, three times.

1:44 PM  
Blogger TessaJ said...

You are definitely not alone.

And then I'll read (usually in Harpers or VF) that there's a great article in the New Yorker from about two months ago and frantically try and find it (though usually the article, along with the entire magazine, has been recycled).

2:08 PM  

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