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Here at the New Yorker - by Brendan Gill (Paperback)

Here at the New Yorker - by  Brendan Gill (Paperback)
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<p/><br></br><p><b> About the Book </b></p></br></br>For over 60 years, Brendan Gill has been a contented inmate of the singular institution known as "The New Yorker", long known as a home for the unemployables. This delightful tour of New York's most glorious madhouse and its wards and attendants, including William Shawn, Harold Ross, James Thurber, Katherine and E.B. White, John O'Hara, Edmund Wilson, and others, has been updated with a new Introduction detailing the reign of Robert Gottlieb and Tina Brown. 31 illustrations.<p/><br></br><p><b> Book Synopsis </b></p></br></br>For over sixty years Brendan Gill has been a contented inmate of the singular institution known as the <i>New Yorker.</i> This affectionate account of the magazine, long known as a home for congenital unemployables, is a celebration of its wards and attendants--William Shawn, Harold Ross's gentle and courtly successor as editor; the incorrigible mischief-maker James Thurber; the two Whites, Katherine and E. B.; John O'Hara, master of the fancied slight; and, among a hundred others, Peter Arno, Saul Steinberg, Edmund Wilson, and Lewis Mumford. Brendan Gill has known them all, and by virtue of his virtually total recall, keen eye, and impeccable prose, his diverting portraits of these eccentrics in rage and repose are amply supplied with both dimples and warts. <i>Here at the New Yorker</i>--now updated with a new introduction detailing the reigns of Robert Gottlieb and Tina Brown--is a delightful tour of New York's most glorious madhouse.<p/><br></br><p><b> From the Back Cover </b></p></br></br>For over sixty years Brendan Gill has been a contented inmate of the singular institution known as The New Yorker. This affectionate account of the magazine, long known as a home for congenital unemployables, is a celebration of its wards and attendants - William Shawn, Harold Ross's gentle and courtly successor as editor; the incorrigible mischief-maker James Thurber; the two Whites, Katherine and E.B.; John O'Hara, "master of the fancied slight"; and, among a hundred others, Peter Arno, Saul Steinberg, Edmund Wilson, Lewis Mumford, and Pauline Kael. Brendan Gill has known them all, and by virtue of his virtually total recall, keen eye, and impeccable prose, his diverting portraits of these eccentrics in rage and repose are amply supplied with both dimples and warts. Here at The New Yorkernow updated with a new introduction detailing the reigns of Robert Gottlieb and Tina Brown - is a delightful tour of New York's most glorious madhouse.<p/><br></br><p><b> About the Author </b></p></br></br><b>Brendan Gill (1914-1997)</b> was a staff writer for the<i>New Yorker</i> for over sixty years. He was the author of over twenty books, including his memoir, <i> Here at the New Yorker </i>(also available from Da Capo Press/Perseus Books Group), three works of fiction, and biographies of Cole Porter, Tallulah Bankhead, and Charles Lindbergh.

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