The home telephone, whether rotary dial or push-button, is dying, but the memories associated with it prove infinitely more durable.
Thomas Vinciguerra is the author of Cast of Characters: Wolcott Gibbs, E.B. White, James Thurber, and the Golden Age of The New Yorker.
He bought his childhood home, and suddenly the sight of beer cans thrown on his yard felt like a call to arms.
Joe McCarthy’s lieutenant, Donald Trump’s mouthpiece—Cohn was a human car crash that even 30 years after his death we can’t stop watching.
Had the venerable satirical magazine never existed, there might have been no SNL, no Letterman, no Stewart. But as its apt pupils went mainstream, MAD itself became redundant.
The newsweekly’s Person of the Year feature, once a portentous signifier of national and even international import, has been a running joke for decades. Now it’s not even funny.
In an excerpt from Cast of Characters, his book about the golden age of The New Yorker, Thomas Vinciguerra guides us through the magazine’s preferred saloons.