Jon Friedman talked to David Remnick about lots of things we care about. For instance:

"I'm not a great fan of nostalgia," Remnick says thoughtfully in his quiet but emphatic way. "If you want those things, you can find them in a library."

I heard say something very similar about nostalgia when I met him a few months ago as we stood in front of a lounge TV watching the Red Sox game after an A.J. Liebling event. (I wish Liebling could know there were still A.J. Liebling events! There wasn't nearly enough cheese to have pleased him, though.) A very old man approached him, his very old wife encouraging him to speak up. The old man had original copies of letters E.B. White had written to his father and wanted to know if they the magazine might be interested in printing them. Remnick was deeply civil but not interested. He said much the same thing about how the magazine isn't a dancing graveyard but a living forest. (At least that was the gist of it.) As he told Friedman, "You don't want to sit in a museum of your own magazine. You want to be about finding the next great thing." Nevertheless, it's quite clear that as long as Remnick is at the helm the tipsy specters will never lie down and be good for long; there are too many "P.K."s in the movie listings for that, and speaking of E.B. "Andy" White, there's a tall Dagwood sandwich of a memoir-essay about him by his stepson Roger Angell this week. Nostalgia is what it used to be, it seems, and for that I'm grateful.

Friedman also reports major news: There will be a DVD of the magazine's first 80 years available soon. Do I have enough takeout menus? Yes, I have them right here. As if that weren't enough excitement,

Remnick is looking forward to boosting the magazine's "sense of ambition" by publishing a number of three-part series. In fact, Remnick hints at the kind of writing we may soon be seeing in his magazine's pages. The book he'd love to read, he says, would be a "nonfiction 'Vanity Fair' of Washington, D.C."

Well, fiction types, you know your project now.

I'll be away from modems—even dial-up!—all weekend under several feet of snow, but look for me on Sunday night. The double issue should keep you busy till then.

The New Yorker Looks Ahead at 80 [MarketWatch]
Personal History: Andy [New Yorker]
David Remnick and Roger Angell at the 2003 New Yorker Festival [New Yorker, audio Q&A]
Reporting It All: A.J. Liebling at One Hundred [David Remnick, New Yorker]