Posts Tagged With: New Yorker
Applied Humour
Since my own sense of humour seems to have gone on an indefinite strike, I am going to outsource some witticism for the blog. Allow me to present an American, who will be funny for me, thus bucking the usual outsourcing pattern. Here are selected excerpts from a comic piece by author Gary Shteyngart, titled [...]
Double click
Two reasons to love the New Yorker this week: 1. Anthony Lane’s review of Antichrist. For every promise of affection, there is a snap of wrath, and the woman who declares, “I love you, darling,” is the same person who, not long after, fetches a drill to bore a hole in her beloved’s leg, plus [...]
Lovers Lane
Warning: Anthony Lane lovefest ahead. Seven hours ago, the New Yorker made my Saturday and put Anthony Lane’s review of “Star Trek” online. The accompanying illustration is by Istvan Banyai, who sounds like he’s someone who ran away from the U.S.S. Enterprise (“which looks like a dozen Philippe Starck lemon squeezers clumped together and dipped [...]
Olympic Gold
And the medal goes to Anthony Lane for his mammoth and brilliant diary of the Olympic fortnight in the New Yorker (week 1 and week 2). Over 10 pages (or 19, in case it reaches you as a Word document), Lane records how he watched everything from athletics to shot put, does some joyous China-bashing [...]
World Domination
