in every 'new yorker' short story ever...

33) desultory and minimal knowledge of Important Historical Event gleaned from wikipedia and a high school textbook.

-- remy bean, Monday, January 21, 2008 1:42 PM (3 hours ago) Bookmark Link

as opposed to ilx poster remy bean who saw his buddies die face down in the muck at da nang

-- and what, Monday, January 21, 2008 1:53 PM (27 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

wrong, confrontation douchebag. as opposed to considered research.

Looks like voiceover man said "'Moonshine' by Alec Wilkinson, in the August New Yorker."

37) Judgmental pet.

38) Sex as evidence of character's patheticness.

39) Someone running their hands through their hair.

40) Body image issues.

41) The Unbridgeable Gulf of Class Difference

42) Young parent looks at her child and realizes she has already failed to be the mother she promised herself she would be.

43) Aging sculptor looks at a recent work and realizes he has ultimately failed to become the artist he promised himself he would be.

Ha, all of this reminds me that Gilbert Sorrentino is sort of the anti-New Yorker writer.

In that he kind of covers the same material but with an additional cruel and mocking godlike Fassbinderesque p.o.v that provides comic "relief."

44) Particular form of reticence typical of character's region/ ethnicity/ gender/ generation is presented, vaguely frowned upon.

I have never read a New Yorker short story, and yet, after reading this thread, it is as if I had read them all.

In this interview Gil S. mentions the New Yorker briefly in Item 11, but also talks about similar writing elsewhere, especially item 6.

nuance masquerading as epiphany, epiphany masquerading as peripety

there are frequent short stories in the new yorker these days that don't conform to stereotype, to be fair.

I was going to say this in a ruder, bitchier, more self-aggrandizing way

good restraint

Well yeah, that's partly what I meant by this (xpost):

usually think of The New Yorker Short Story as a genre that includes the ones by lesser writers but from which the better ones are exempt

-- Hurting 2, Monday, January 21, 2008 1:14 PM (8 hours ago) Bookmark Link

What, you got a story in there, nabisco?

I guess it's time to link to this relevant thread.

45) character quietly repeats meaningless phrase to himself under his breath, as if it mattered, but he knew it did not

That sounds more like something from The Twilight Zone

Actually all of work pretty well when considered as fragments of Twilight Zone episodes.

Cold War sci-fi paranoia preferable to unnameable ennui. Especially when enacted by future sitcom stars.

what the fuck are you talking about?

most of these are actually pretty ominous when removed from context

Sorry, bleeding over from this thread.

Hm. Looks like Salter published plenty of stuff in The New Yorker, so maybe I should put a lid on it. I guess the strategy is if you don't like something you say "typical New Yorker fare" but if you do like it you say "it just happened to be published in The New Yorker." In any case, didn't mean to derail thread. Am enjoying these, including number 45.

Some of these are Belew-era King Crimson song lyrics in sum.

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2007/12/10/071210fi_fiction_egan

This story is totally typical new yorker fare but I still enjoyed it a lot.

The golden thread that links Junot Diaz and William Trevor.

"The Ghost Writer" was first published in the New Yorker.

Philip Roth: the Woody Allen of neurotic jewish writes

wate

a++++ thread u guys

reading so much nyer for creative writing undergrad seminar.

harpers 4 lyfe

^ real talk

harpers wack too

upstate writer living off 90's economy gets drunk and falls asleep in central park and wakes up in a cave 20 years later and wait they never get this far

damn son i thought we was fam

minstrel

the creeps at mcsweeneys should ride on the new yorker

i should offer to ship valencia assault rifles see how they respond

"Mr. Eggers, I have some light verse, and John O'hara and Louise Erdrich naked and strapped down on a spinning table. How much would your people pay per mutilation?"

rather get an astrology magazine

from the story linked by 31g:

But that wish only camouflaged the deeper feeling that Sasha always had: that fat, tender wallet, offering itself to her hand. It seemed so dull, so life-as-usual just to leave it there rather than seize the moment, accept the challenge, take the leap, fly the coop, throw caution to the wind, live dangerously (“I get it,” Coz, her therapist, said), and take the fucking thing.

Ha. I think it was actually Zuckerman Unbound that started in The Atlantic. It's all about Alvin Pepler.

haha, I remember reading that exact SENTENCE when that story came out and going "UGH, NEW YORKER FICTION!"

I guess stuff like that doesn't bother me because 1) I'm basically illiterate so it doesn't really seem cliched to me and 2) I just skim over the boring parts whenever I read anything.

Ok wait, come on, this?
http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2008/03/10/080310fi_fiction_kunzru?currentPage=3