The biggest difference between David Remnick’s New Yorker today and the Shawn New Yorker is timeliness. During the Shawn years, book reviews ran months, even years out of sync with publication dates. Writers wrote about major issues without any concern for news pegs or what was going on in the outside world. That was the way people thought, and it was really the way the whole editorial staff was tuned.
So there’s one thing the New Yorker once shared with book blogging.
The story began with what appeared to be just another young woman’s crush on Eddie Waittkus, the Chicago Cubs’ handsome first baseman. So complete was this crush that the teenager set a place for Waitkus, whom she’d never met, at the family dinner table. She turned her bedroom into a shrine to him, and put his photo under her pillow.
The woman who inspired Bernard Malamud’s The Natural died last week. She was….unusual.
Here’s hoping that all four parties — authors, publishers, bookstores and consumers — will demonstrate good will, a love of reading and a minimum of greed and paranoia.
I might never stop laughing.