The January 5 issue was fairly interesting except for the fiction and a long article about Armenia (even there, the photos were interesting). David Sedaris weighed in with "Leviathan". . . how does he create these pieces so effortlessly out of nothing? I would not get away with writing about my family so honestly. I wouldn't get invited to any other family functions! (Of course, in my nuclear family there are no family functions. My brother's in LA and, while he travels a lot, he comes here once a year or less. My sister's in SLC and never comes here.)
"The Virologist" exposes the superficiality behind Facebook, the Internet, etc. The subject, a twenty-something named Emerson Spartz, doesn't come across very well in the article. He probably thought being in The New Yorker would be a great opportunity for fame for him. (Maybe he still does!)
The satire one-pager about Sting was a little sad and underhanded. And dated. I see in the theater pages of that issue that The Last Ship isn't playing anymore.
Louis Menaud's article about the rise of the pulp paperbacks and the classics that piggybacked onto them, was very interesting. I was a teenager during the Peyton Place craze and was mystified by it. The television show starred Mia Farrow, Ryan O'Neal and Dorothy Malone. I was not allowed to see it but I did read about the stars and plot lines. The paperback sold 10 million copies! After hearing about Peyton Place and reading some bodice-rippers that my Mom had, I got a warped opinion about adults. They all seemed hypnotized and crazed by the opposite sex, just animals pretending to be grown-ups. I decided I wanted to stay a kid and I was definitely a late bloomer.