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Native New Yorkers Reflect on the Death of the ‘Village Voice’

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Author: Eve Peyser
Source: Vice Magazine
Published: Aug 31, 2018
Length: 6 minutes (1,634 words)

A New Yorker, and a Sick Person

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Source: Longreads
Published: Jun 7, 2018
Length: 9 minutes (2,300 words)

A New Yorker, and a Sick Person

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Porochista Khakpour | Sick: A Memoir | June 2018 | 9 minutes (2,300 words)


Ever since I can remember, I dreamed of escaping. Escaping what was always the question, but my life had been one of escape since I was born — revolution and war sent us through Asia and Europe and eventually to America. We were in exile, my parents always reminded me, we had escaped. It was temporary. But escape was also something I longed for in eighties Southern California, which constantly felt foreign to me, a place of temporary settling but no home. Everything was tan in a way my brown skin could not compete with. Everything was blond in a way my bottle-blond mother could not recreate, gilt upon gold upon gilt. Everything was carefree and smiles, gloss and glitter, and money to no end. We, meanwhile, were poor and anxious and alone. When my brother was born in our neighboring city Arcadia, California, in 1983, I watched his pink squirming body stowed into a giant felt red heart — it was Valentine’s Day — and even stuffed in all that makeshift American affection I thought he didn’t have a chance. None of us did.

As the tremors continued, as my body somehow grew smaller rather than larger — my mother always quick to slap my hand when I reached for the leftover cake batter the way sitcom kids did, her ritual baking more American obligation than motherly delight — I also began feeling a need to escape the body. All my few friends got their periods before they were teenagers, but mine waited deep into my first teenage year, on the brink of fourteen, like an afterthought. Everything about my body felt wrong to me, especially as California went from the eighties to the nineties, and I knew escape would have to be a real revolution of presence.

My mind always went to literal distance, eyes on the globe landing without fail on New York. It’s hard to know if all the movies of the era did it, Fame and its many knockoffs, Annie and all the stories of rags-to-riches miracles in Manhattan, told me New York was the motherland for misfit creatives to thrive, for foreigners with big dreams, for girl authors. But I think where it really came from was my aunt Simin, who was the only living role model I ever had. My mother’s world, as it sought to merge with the average American woman’s more and more, spoke to me less and less — I found myself cooling from her endless mall outings, Estée Lauder free gifts, diet everything, soap operas, and department store catalogues. Instead my eyes went to my father’s sister.

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How Condé Nast Put the Squeeze on New Yorker Cartoonists

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When Bob Mankoff retired from the New Yorker after twenty years as the Cartoon Editor, he left behind one of most successful new media models of the era: The Cartoon Bank. It was a database he founded in 1992 and ran from an apartment in Yonkers, and it helped cartoonists license their work for thousands of dollars a month. But when Condé Nast bough the Bank from Mankoff in 1997, the money began to dry up and the model began to fail.

Source: Paste Magazine
Published: Sep 6, 2017
Length: 11 minutes (2,800 words)

The New Yorker Releases a Powerful New Cover

The illustration is called “Liberty’s Flameout,” and it’s by John W. Tomac. “It was the symbol of American values,” Tomac says. “Now it seems that we are turning off the light.”

New Yorker Cover: ‘Solidarité’

Illustration by Ana Juan.

Following the massacre in Paris, The New Yorker released next week’s cover image early this week. “Solidarité” is by Ana Juan, who has contributed more than 20 covers to The New Yorker since 1995.

The New Yorker’s Ferguson Cover

Above is the cover of next week’s New Yorker, by Eric Drooker. In an interview about the work, Drooker says: “The police shooting of Michael Brown resonates on a personal level with me. An artist friend of mine was killed by a cop in lower Manhattan, back in 1991. He happened to be black, and the police officer was never indicted.”

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