Monthly Archives: September 2006

Irvin Type Watch: Movie Edition

I was looking, hungrily and with joy, at the conveniently downloadable PEF of the Film Forum schedule and noticed that the titles of the films seem, to my semi-tutored eye, to be in Rea Irvin’s signature type. Take a look:

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Is this Irvin type? If not, why not? While I do work at a graphic design magazine and could solicit the opinions of my fellows, I will present the question to you, possibly even better informed readers, first. This will be a recurring feature, which means that if you spot any type in the wild that you suspect to be a Masked Duck, I mean Irvin type, by all means, take a snapshot with your phone or make a screenshot with your mouse. I welcome your submissions! (Oh, and I’ve already got the one from Jane magazine’s website, and will post it soon.)
Previously in Irvin Type Watch:
Who Is Behind You, NewYorkerFilter? [A mysterious new blog in our little family]
Make Your Address The New Yorker’s [Irvinesque house-number signs]

I’m Not a Scalper

but I can tell you where they are. I’ve been getting quite a few requests, or more accurately heartbroken sobs, about New Yorker Festival tickets, and I’m afraid I can’t help at all. But I can point you to Craigslist, where, at the moment, two tickets to the Pedro Almodovar event are going for $150, and the people willing to pay $100 for the David Remnick and Jon Stewart evening are never going to get anywhere. Meanwhile, over at eBay, PJ Harvey is going for $199.99 as a Buy It Now, and the many-itemed auction of festival packages and various New Yorker products—which benefits the worthy Project Cicero—is still hopping. If you have ready money to go with your warm heart, you might be in luck.

Event Review: Joan Acocella, Alex Ross, Greil Marcus, and More

At the excellent and beautifully organized site In Search of the Miraculous, Brian Sholis reports on last night’s “Criticism and the Arts” panel. He begins:

Given past experience with panel discussions, and common assumptions one brings to them, I didn’t have the highest hopes for one titled “Criticism and the Arts,” held last night at Hunter College. It featured Joan Acocella (of the New Yorker, Greil Marcus (author, most recently, of The Shape of Things to Come: Prophecy and the American Voice, Alex Ross (of the New Yorker and the weblog and forthcoming book The Rest Is Noise), and Mark Stevens (of New York magazine), four eminent critics one must respect no matter one’s opinion of their opinions. Thankfully, the panel was moderated adroitly by Wendy Lesser (of the Threepenny Review), and the brisk pace—two questions from Lesser to all four panelists; two more questions thrown open to them generally; three or four questions from the audience—engaged until the end, when it was “time for wine and fizzy water, so you’ll feel this is more of a conversation than an opportunity for us to talk at you.”

What does Marcus think of Anthony Lane? When did Ross know he wanted to be a music critic? Who had to fight off T.S. Eliot? What did Pauline Kael say on the phone? (This is sounding like an Encyclopedia Brown wrapup.) Keep reading; it’s as satisfying as a tableful of wine and fizzy water.

Banned on Airplanes: Terrorists, Liquids, Peanuts, Any Kind of Food at All, Affectionate Non-Heterosexual Behavior

I’m happy to see that a number of publications, like the Advocate and Edge Boston—not to mention the quick brown foxes over at Gothamist—are picking up Lauren Collins’s worrisome tale of an American Airlines flight attendant who harrassed and threatened a snuggling, paying, non-terrorist, regulation-ounces-of-liquids-carrying couple, gay men coming back from their first vacation together. The next time I fly American, and the next time you fly American, let’s do this. If one of the people you’re traveling with is the same sex as you, cuddle up. Hold hands. Smooch, whisper endearments, lean as you sleep. Let’s freak out the entire airline until they admit their mistake and promise never to do it again. We are Claudius and Claudius!
The argument that this particular “Texas-haired” flight attendant (I’m surprised TNY‘s copy dept. has stuck to stewardess, incidentally; who uses that word anymore? I don’t think it’s being crazy P.C. given that it hasn’t been all women in a while) was an anomoly is a poor excuse. On no less a source than AirlineCareer.com, where you can take a short quiz to determine your fitness for a career in the skies, it’s stressed: “From greeting, serving, and assisting passengers to making announcements, you’ll always be representing the company in a customer service role. Because it’s very important to project a positive image, airlines are very careful about selecting candidates who have experience working with the public.” Not to mention all the gay flight attendants; what do your employees think of this, American? (More trivially, this reminds me of an entertaining conversation I had recently on an airport-to-town bus about Snakes on a Plane—the vast majority of assorted workers from the flight were planning to see it, and took quite a bit of pride in being associated with the industry under consideration.)
Actually, those who know me have heard an idea I’ve cooked up in recent months. No one likes Valentine’s Day, correct? Single people hate it for the obvious reasons, people in couples think it’s a bother—if you’re really in love you can give stuff to your sweetie whenever, and the sticky consumerist mud-puddle of it is just unseemly. Let’s make Valentine’s Day a sane, spirited boycott for civil rights instead: Until gay people can sleep on each other’s shoulders on airplanes and marry and adopt children without any interference, straight people won’t buy your stupid cards, go out to your stupid Valentine’s-themed restaurants; we’ll avoid any jewelry stores, eschew chocolate caramels, and so on. It’s like Buy Nothing Day and A Day Without Art combined, plus a cozy bed-in for everyone. Don’t sit at the lunch counter of the people who won’t serve ten percent of the population. Who’s with me?
Later: a kiss-off, if you will.
Later: Here’s Consumerist’s take.
Later still: I just happened on this absurd justification from an American Airlines spokesperson: “Our passengers need to recognise that they are in an environment with all ages, backgrounds, creeds, and races.” So…should the crew of the plane also recognize that, or are they off the hook?

More Banned Words and Phrases

4. Ya think?
5. “Females” (that is, women)
6. “Hmm, yeah, I think I might know your byline.” (I know this is practical, in a vague social journalistic-ego-soothing way. But it’s kind of terrible.)
Banned words and phrases 1-3.

Vintage New Yorker Art by Virginia Snedeker in Princeton, till Nov. 26


The very nice Karen Reeds, guest curator at the American Swedish Historical Museum in Philadelphia, writes:

Has the New Yorker taken note of the show of drawings and paintings by Virginia Snedeker at Morven (historic house/museum) in Princeton?
It includes many of her New Yorker drawings, spots, and covers. Her younger brother, Dick Snedeker—who must be in his 70s at least—gives a very personal and smart tour of the show. Surely worth a Talk of the Town piece.

She adds:

The material on display comes from the family, which also has connections to one of the families that lived in Morven.
I forgot to mention a fascinating letter from a New Yorker editor on display from, I think, early 1944, outlining the global and domestic political/military situation and what it implied about the magazine’s wants for covers and drawings in the coming year. The editor had no doubts about the Allied victory and was already thinking about readjustments of returning veterans.
It’s about a 1/2 mile walk from the Princeton train station on campus (“the Dinky train”) to Morven.

The listing in the NY Times has this further info:

”Capturing the Spirit: Virginia Snedeker and the American Scene,” paintings and illustrations. Through Nov. 26. Admission: $4 to $5. Hours: Wednesdays through Fridays, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.; Saturdays and Sundays, noon to 4 p.m. Morven Museum and Garden, 55 Stockton Street. (609) 924-8144.

Here’s a review from the local paper Town Topics, which reprints a self-portrait by Virginia Snedeker. Snedeker’s February 3, 1940, New Yorker cover (above) is in the Cartoon Bank, along with several other covers.

Harvard Mathematician at Sixes and Sevens

This piece [see comments; actually a press release] from Yahoo News has a lede that in some journalistic circles would be considered most irresponsible in its syntax:

BOSTON, Sept. 18 /PRNewswire/ — Pulitzer-prize winner Sylvia Nasar (“A Beautiful Mind”) defamed world renowned Harvard mathematics professor Dr. Shing-Tung Yau, in an article about a noteworthy mathematical proof in The New Yorker magazine entitled “Manifold Destiny” (August 28, 2006), according to a letter written by Dr. Yau’s attorney, Howard M. Cooper of Todd & Weld LLP of Boston. In the letter, Dr. Yau has demanded that The New Yorker and Nasar make a prominent correction of the errors in the article, and apologize for an insulting illustration that accompanied it.

Let’s not put the declarative cart before the reportorial horse, shall we? And, given recent events, may we decide for ourselves if an illustration is insulting? In any case, the piece concludes,

The allegations made in the letter will be discussed in detail in a webcast open to all interested parties scheduled for Noon EDT, Wednesday, September 20, 2006. Log in information will be posted on www.doctoryau.com. The letter sent to The New Yorker is available at his website.

Update: Via Romanesko, an actual journalistic account of the matter (or antimatter) in the Boston Herald, with Remnick’s comment:

David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker, said yesterday he had only recently received Cooper’s letter, but the magazine “painstakingly checked the facts” in the Aug. 28 article “as we do with all pieces in The New Yorker.”
“I would have assumed that Professor Yau and his attorney would have waited for a full response to their letter before forwarding it to the press,” Remnick said.

Further update: The Boston Herald‘s Jesse Noyes follows up with a story headed “New Yorker: Math Prof’s Charges Don’t Add Up.” An excerpt:

Cooper’s letter said that the article’s authors, Pulitzer Prize-winner Sylvia Nasar and David Gruber, knowingly defamed Yau and never gave him a chance to respond to charges in the story.
But The New Yorker said the article was the result of four months of reporting and hours of meticulous fact-checking. The authors spent over 20 hours interviewing Yau, conducted approximately 100 other interviews with people in Yau’s field and even traveled to China to research the story.

Related on Emdashes:
Math Is Hard

A Reader Writes: I Want My NTV!

Received in the Emdashes inbox today:

What’s up with Tad Friend writing the TV reviews? I will cancel my subscription if Nancy Franklin is no longer the TV critic. Do you know?

I think Tad Friend is a grand writer, as you know, but I agree, Nancy Franklin is the cat’s pyjamas, and the mere idea of her departure from the TV spot is alarming. What’s going on, friends?
 
Update: She’s just on a well-earned leave and will be back later in 2007, I’m happy to report.