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Wal-Mart is junking The New Yorker, along with more than a thousand other publications no longer suitable for the refined tastes of the discriminatory, abusive retail chain.
Clive Thompson comes up with an ingenious way to test a Sasha Frere-Jones hypothesis.
Classic New Yorker artist Virginia Snedeker has a major retrospective at New Jersey’s Morris Museum.
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If they had any wit, they’d allow it to be carried in Dubuque only. But I guess you don’t become a union-busting retail behemoth by being witty in that way.
Leave it to Wal-Mart.
Where will I submit my NASCAR-inspired fiction now?
Hey, should we be worried about what this blow might do to TNY’s fortunes?