6.01.2006

ahhhhhh....Miss Snark reads her New Yorker

Miss Snark has a love hate relationship with her New Yorker subscription.

She loves it cause it's chock a block full of good writing (mostly), hilarious cartoons (always) and adverts for adventure trips that Miss Snark lusts for (mostly on Mondays).

It also arrives every week.
That means every week, there's MORE. Miss Snark finally had to institute a rule: only one living New Yorker at a time. A fresh one comes in, the old one is evicted. This has led to some entertaining scenes when KY (who had not finished reading the movie reviews) tries to persuade Miss Snark to leave him alone in the apartment long enough to fish a previous issue out of the Le Recycle Bin.

KY: "Look! It's George Clooney"

MS: "KY, you are nine inches tall even in my stillettos, don't think I believe you can see out the window"



KY: "Hurry! The UPS man is trying to steal your doorbell"
MS: "Let him, maybe I won't have to listen to "some enchanted evening" on the door chimes ever again"



KY: "oh my human, the gin pail is empty"
MS: (sound of door slamming) (faintly in distance) "Hold down the fort while I'm gone..."



But I digress.

Today's New Yorker arrived and as I read it on the subway I discovered it has a story by Alice Munro. If you've never read any of Alice Munro's short stories, just hit yourself with the clue stick right now, and log onto your library's website and get any of her books. Just do it now.

KY: Ya!

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Alice Munro is a genius of a writer....anyone who wants to write should study her...

...although the new story in this week's New Yorker may not be completely representational of her work.... I don't know that I would have wanted it to be my introduction to her writing.

I think I started with "Turkey Season." I vividly remember reading it in the college laundromat.

Eileen said...

I share your love on Munro.

Inez said...

Mlle Snarque, I just love your style.
From Peter Pan to KY dialogue.
Shee it, I wish I knew which books you were behind.

M@ said...

She's the real deal. The Atlantic named her the living writer most likely to still be read a hundred years from now. With good reason.

My problem is that her stories are too much -- I usually have to read one, then put the volume down for a day or two before returning.

But it's worth it. Thanks MS for bringing her up.

Remodeling Repartee said...

I have the same problem. But as I live in suburbia and have a bit of room (1200sf) I let 5 pile up, usually the Style, Food, Fiction, Anniversary issues and one more. It's a crime not to be able to read every word. Alas.

zxbeba said...

I am so impressed with the scheme for dealing with New Yorkers.
Mine accumulate in wobbly piles over the years.
Uncannily enough, though, if I need one specific issue it is never there.
How this is possible, I do not know.

Anonymous said...

How can you read one every week, within the week?
I can't part with my NY'ers until I've gone through them, cover to cover.
And that means there's at least three in the apt at any time.
And I know I'm not alone -- several times a year, someone leaves a stack of NY'ers by our mailboxes, and they are gone within the day.

InLoveWithAnnie (Proulx) said...

Alice Munro and Annie Proulx are my goddesses of the short story. And both are published in the New Yorker.

*raises personal goal to "be in the New Yorker even if I have to buy an advert"*

Virginia said...

The last time I cancelled my New Yorker subscription, the nice lady asked why. "It. Just. Keeps. Coming." I said.

"Ah, yes. It does do that," she said.

Yet I feel myself being drawn back in, inexorably. I mean, I cancelled a bunch more subscriptions, so hypothetically I have time to read it now. Right?

Rick said...

... adverts ...

Did Miss Snark just out herself as a Brit? Do native speakers of US English ever use this word for ads? I've only ever seen it in British usage.

Anonymous said...

I adore Alice Munro and have every volume of her short stories. One paragraph in one story is enough to send me off on an incredible idea for a new novel--something I will write exceptionally well, get published to wild acclaim and be hailed as the Alice Munro of the USA who writes in women's fiction. Yes, I do have the fantastical mind of a writer.

FatCharlatan said...

I recently read "A Wilderness Station" and loved every minute of it.

Melinda said...

Hey Rick --

Maybe Miss Snark reads too many British novels. I live in the Midwest and keep hollering "Bloody hell!" when things blow up. I thought I was the only one who did this, until I ran into another writer, who also read too many British novels, who also says the same thing.

I miss reading the NY'er. But they have wicked ways, making me read and read and nothing else gets done around the house.

mkcbunny said...

Every time I take a trip, I go through my pile of backed-up New Yorkers and circle the "can't miss" pieces in the index. Then I mark the selections with Post-Its. If an issue doesn't have any Post-Its, it goes to the recycling bin. Then I take 2-3 magazines with me on the trip, and the rest are left at home.

I catch up on the plane, and when I get back, it's easier to get through the ones that are left. I have about thirty New Yorkers piled next to the bed right now. Guess it's time for a trip.

A disgustingly efficient friend of mine sets aside time each week to read his New Yorker cover to cover. He never misses anything. Bastard.

firefly said...

I love the New Yorker (where else can you read Woody Allen, David Sedaris, and Nora Ephron?), but oh, the minutiae. Their reporting gets down to the threads in peoples' socks, which is just too much.

I used to think the New York Times Sunday mag was bad, but the New Yorker often has me gasping for air.

Oddly enough, what really ticks me off most is they spell out all their numbers. I have to deal with AMA Style, and have worked with Chicago and AP in the past, so spelling out one hundred twenty-three just drives me batshit. As if there isn't enough in there to read already, they have to use four words for something that ought to be three lousy characters long.

I thought New York life was so ratatattat fast-paced etc.?