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Offline Jeff Wrangler

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Re: In the New Yorker...
« Reply #3000 on: June 13, 2022, 09:46:03 pm »
June 6:

David Remnick's appreciation of Roger Angell is not to be missed.

Also Thomas Mallon on Barbara Pym. I should try to find some of her novels. It might be diverting to read a novel set in some English village where "there are always altars to be decorated, charitable jumble sales to be organized, and improving lectures to be attended."  :D

And there is Hilton Als on the poet Thom Gunn. I'm not into poetry, but that name rang a vague bell somewhere in the back of my mind. I guess maybe TNY must have run something of his in the 40 years I've been reading the magazine. Possibly I ran across the name somewhere else. It's kind of memorable, with the first name as Thom. But look at the photo on mage 57. Wow, was he hot when he was young, leather jacket, wide leather belt, and all.

I have more to say about him on my blog.
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Re: In the New Yorker...
« Reply #3001 on: June 19, 2022, 11:34:01 am »
When reading the piece about Dickens in the March 7 issue (I have a big stack of them from which I indiscriminately grab when looking for reading material), I realized the only Dickens book I've ever read is A Christmas Carol. (Saw Oliver the movie, which probably doesn't count.) Now I'm semi-tempted to read one -- specifically Bleak House, which the article discusses at length.



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Re: In the New Yorker...
« Reply #3002 on: June 19, 2022, 08:49:03 pm »
When reading the piece about Dickens in the March 7 issue (I have a big stack of them from which I indiscriminately grab when looking for reading material), I realized the only Dickens book I've ever read is A Christmas Carol. (Saw Oliver the movie, which probably doesn't count.) Now I'm semi-tempted to read one -- specifically Bleak House, which the article discusses at length.

I've never read that one, but I recommend David Copperfield.
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Re: In the New Yorker...
« Reply #3003 on: June 19, 2022, 08:57:51 pm »
June 13: Joan Acocella on Pinocchio and Garth Greenwell on Andrew Holleran.

I've read some of Holleran. I find him depressing, but read the article about him and his writing anyway. Greenwell writes, "Even as I value Holleran's candor, and his refusal of triumphalist narratives of queer affirmation--sometimes it doesn't get better, or not for everyone--these moments are painful to read." That reminds me of the ambivalence I felt toward the "It Gets Better" campaign. Grant it, I believe the aim there was to prevent the suicide of gay teens--but sometimes it doesn't get better.

(That said, when it comes time to redo my will, I want to look into the Trevor Project.)
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Re: In the New Yorker...
« Reply #3004 on: June 19, 2022, 09:31:13 pm »
When reading the piece about Dickens in the March 7 issue (I have a big stack of them from which I indiscriminately grab when looking for reading material), I realized the only Dickens book I've ever read is A Christmas Carol. (Saw Oliver the movie, which probably doesn't count.) Now I'm semi-tempted to read one -- specifically Bleak House, which the article discusses at length.

If you find yourself bogged down by Bleak House, you can look for the excellent BBC version with none other than Gillian Anderson.