That’s a shame! I’ve had good luck with calling the subscription dept. when I’m missing an issue, which happens occasionally. Here’s the info from the magazine; the people who answer these phones are remarkably friendly and helpful.

You may also contact our subscription department by e-mail at subscriptions@newyorker.com, or by calling 800-825-2510; if you are outside the United States, you may call 515-243-3273.

As Gawker might say, not afraid to be servicey!

Either you’re kidding, Jim, or you’re playing into the exact kind of disastrous thinking that the Barry Blitt cover is mocking. In any case, as you surely know, the cartoon isn’t by Remnick and probably wasn’t conceived by him, and quite a few people are responsible for a single magazine cover.

Here’s a discussion at barackobama.com about the cover, its merits or lack of them, its success or lack thereof.

We have now published three very long, extensive Profiles of Barack Obama and any number of Comment pieces, and I think it adds up to detailed, fair, insightful coverage. This cover is part of the picture, too, but it uses the language of political satire and cartooning, not of reporting and essays, and sometimes not everyone likes that or gets what’s intended. I would prefer not to over-explain things, but I’d rather be clear than there be lingering misconceptions about what Barry Blitt was exploring.

Obama spoke for only twenty-five minutes and took no questions; he had figured out how to leave an audience at the peak of its emotion, craving more. As he was ending, I walked outside and found five hundred people standing on the sidewalk and the front steps of the opera house, listening to his last words in silence, as if news of victory in the Pacific were coming over the loudspeakers. Within minutes, I couldn’t recall a single thing that he had said, and the speech dissolved into pure feeling, which stayed with me for days.

Beyond these considerations, there’s something ridiculous about the whole debate. The New Yorker is the most prestigious magazine of its type in the country, with a circulation of over a million and a disproportionate influence, but it’s not a network or CNN or Fox. If the New Yorker starts trickling down to supermarket racks in Des Moines, Iowa, as the critics seem to fear, the GOP is toast. The only demographic it’s going to swing is between 110th Street and Canal. What next — riots in the left-wing blogosphere because the New York Review of Books runs a cartoon depicting McCain as Superman?
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But this whole discussion is mostly irrelevant. A satirical drawing is a satirical drawing, regardless of which magazine’s cover it runs on. Regardless of the context, one can still “read” Blitt’s drawing, and what it says is very clear: These attacks are ridiculous and absurd, and it’s OK to laugh at them in any way you want. If you want to smile over sherry in a drawing room, go right ahead.