The enormous radio / John Cheever Defeat / Kay Boyle Man here keeps getting arrested all the time / John McNulty Down in the reeds by the river / Victoria Lincoln A winter in the country / Robert M. Coates The catbird seat / James Thurber Lady with a lamp / Sally Benson Act of faith / Irwin Shaw The ballet visits the Splendide's magician / Ludwig Bemelmans The middle drawer / Hortense Calisher The dilemma of Catherine Fuchsias / Rhys Davies The nightingales sing / Elizabeth Parsons The second tree from the corner / E.B. White The pleasures of travel / Wendell Wilcox Content with the station / John Andrew Rice A perfect day for bananafish / J.D. Salinger The patterns of love / William Maxwell The lottery / Shirley Jackson Yonder peasant, who is he? / Mary McCarthy The decision / John O'Hara Her bed is India / Christine Weston Inflexible logic / Russell Maloney The falling leaves / Frances Gray Patton My da / Frank O'Connor The four freedoms / Edward Newhouse A view of Exmoor / Sylvia Townsend Warner Children are bored on Sunday / Jean Stafford Mr. Skidmore's gift / Oliver La Farge A short wait between trains / Robert McLaughlin Party at the Williamsons' / Astrid Peters Monsoon / Jerome Weidman Song at twilight / Wolcott Gibbs Run, run, run, run / A.J. Liebling The jockey / Carson McCullers Pigeons en casserole / Bessie Breuer A killing / Roger Angell Goodby, my love / Mollie Panter-Downes Colette / Vladimir Nabokov A clean, quiet house / Daniel Fuchs Village incident / James A. Maxwell De mortuis / John Collier Then we'll set it right / Robert Gorham Davis The mysteries of life in an orderly manner / Jessamyn West Porte-cochère / Peter Taylor The evolution of knowledge / Niccolò Tucci Continued humid / Mark Schorer The baby-amah / Emily Hahn Truth and consequences / Brendan Gill Between the dark and the daylight / Nancy Hale The judgment of Paris / James Reid Parker Mary Mulcahy / Christopher La Farge The bummers / John Powell Under Gemini / Isabel Bolton The improvement in Mr. Gaynor's technique / S.N. Behrman Black secret / Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.
The New Yorker is an American magazine of reportage, commentary, criticism, essays, fiction, satire, cartoons, and poetry published by Condé Nast Publications. Starting as a weekly in the mid-1920s, the magazine is now published forty-seven times per year, with five of these issues covering two-week spans.
This book is on my nightstand. It's a first edition and it doesn't travel well so reading and commuting is out of the question. 5/15/09. I'll finish it eventually!
When I was young, many years ago, back at the beginning of the 1970’s, an English teacher requested everyone in the class bring in a sample article from either a newspaper or periodical. There were certain newspapers that were not allowed, i.e., the tabloids. No Martian abductions please. The suggested reading literature was along the lines of the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and The New Yorker. I chose The New Yorker not because of some linguistic prowess on my part, but only because I had already spent years perusing the cartoons in the issues in the Orthodontist’s office in New York. It was a fortuitous decision. From that point on, I indulged my literary appetite in the pages of The New Yorker, especially during the long commutes into and back from Manhattan.
This latest completed read of “55 Short Stories from The New Yorker 1940 to 1950” is an entertaining, but also illuminating look into the 40’s. Yes, these are the war years, but the European and Pacific conflicts do not make up the contents of this collection. The stories are instead built around the lives of “ordinary” people, or what can be fictionally construed as ordinary. They are wonderful not only to read, but to contemplate the time in which they were written, illuminate and illustrate the prevailing culture and just provide a brief respite from what must have been a very trying time for all who pondered the fate of democracy and the free world. Even after the war.
I thoroughly recommend indulging in this collection, not from a literary criticism perspective, I am hardly qualified for that, but just for the entertainment and glimpse into the 1940s that the contributors to this book inhabited.