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Lorrie Moore unlocks 'A Gate at the Stairs' September 17, 2009 By EMILY GORDON. Special to Newsday A GATE AT THE STAIRS, by Lorrie Moore. Alfred A. Knopf, 322 pp., $25. Lorrie Moore inspires fierce loyalty, for good reason: She's the sheriff of a wild and lonely territory, in which empathetic people fight despair with charming words. Her language -- its puns, musical refrains and catchphrases -- only partly hides the sadness behind it. The result is that kind of silliness that peaks just seconds before bursting into tears. The crises Moore addresses with high-spirited clowning have included romantic confusion, isolation, illness, death and even loss on a mass scale. Moore's new novel, "A Gate at the Stairs," artfully blends all these themes into a (continued)
That's the headline for a story by me in the hot-off-the-presses Print magazine, in a special issue on type. Ever wonder who was behind Eustace Tilley--and hundreds more iconic images and visual features (including the famed "Irvin type")--in the first decades of The New Yorker? There's so much more to say about this spectacular moment in graphic history, and particularly about what came before it, but this is a start. And it was incredibly fun to write. Since I had limited space to acknowledge the many people who provided documents and contacts for the story, I'll give three grateful cheers here to cartoonist Liza Donnelly and to Dorothy Parker Society sagamore Kevin Fitzpatrick. They have both been incredibly generous with their resources and thoughts.
Very soon, we'll run the contest I mentioned the other day. It's a doozy! And I'll tell you what our interns will be up to this summer, too. And if you haven't heard about this, here's some welcome news about two new Joseph Mitchell reissues, one of which has a new introduction by David Remnick. I can't agree that Mitchell "is perhaps most remembered not for his writing, but for not writing," but there's never anything wrong with new readers for this peerless writer of New York's proud populations, human, aqueous, and otherwise.
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Widdcombe covered a festive book event (Not Quite What I Was Planning). Each pithy phrase is subtly witty: It's no longer than six words. Appropriate for the book in question! I couldn't make the party, sadly. But I did contribute a tale. Oh, you'd like to hear it? "Do as say, not as did." (P. 180, in all its glory.) Another memoirist compiled a master list. Moved to write your short story? Show off your quick, dirty syntax.
(continued)KING'S GAMBIT: A Son, a Father, and the World's Most Dangerous Game, by Paul Hoffman. Hyperion, 400 pp., $24.95.
By Emily Gordon
Chess brings out grandeur and brutality in its human players. Paul Hoffman, who's been deeply involved in the game since he was a child, is an intimate observer of -- as David Remnick put it in a recent interview with grandmaster Garry Kasparov -- "the absolute, singular concentration of a life bent over 64 squares." Hoffman's memoir, "King's Gambit," a chronicle of his and others' lives spent at that level of concentration, is as jagged, passionate and methodical as the game itself.
Hoffman (who ranks as a Class A chess player) is the former editor in chief of Discover magazine and president of the Encyclopedia Brittanica, as well as the author of two well-received nonfiction books about an eccentric mathematician and an early pioneer of flight. Hoffman clearly likes to gets his facts right -- this is a sturdy volume of carefully explained (and footnoted) details and digressions -- but it's chess that really grips his psyche. Its rules, characters and histories occupy his head, a labyrinth of positions and personalities.
Is that a form of madness? Throughout the book, Hoffman asks it directly. "Chess was an insane game," he writes. "When I lost, I was unhappy. And yet
(continued)I interviewed esteemed Winterhouse designers William Drenttel and Jessica Helfand, who worked with The New Yorker on the magazine's web redesign, as well as the web editors at Harper's, The Nation, and Scientific American.
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