From a legendary journalist and star writer at The New Yorker one of the most revered institutions in publishing an insider's look at the magazine's tumultuous yet glorious years under the direction of the enigmatic William Shawn.
Renata Adler went to work at The New Yorker in 1963 and immediately became part of the circle close to editor William Shawn, a man so mysterious that no two biographies of him seem to be about the same person. Now Adler, herself an unrivaled literary force, offers her brilliant take on the man and the myth that is The New Yorker disputing recent memoirs by Lillian Ross and Ved Mehta along the way.
With her lucid prose, meticulous eye for detail, and genuine love of The New Yorker, Adler re-creates thirty years in its history and depicts Shawn as a man of robust common sense, amazing industry, and editorial genius, who nurtured innumerable major talents (and egos) to produce a magazine that was and remains unique. Her ensemble cast all involved in legendary friendships, feuds, and love affairs includes Edmund Wilson, S. N. Behrman, Brendan Gill, Calvin Trillin, Dwight MacDonald, Donald Barthelme, Hannah Arendt, Pauline Kael, S. I. Newhouse, Robert Gottlieb, Tina Brown, and practically everyone of note in and around The New Yorker.
Above and beyond the fascinating literary anecdotes, however, Adler's is a striking narrative that follows the weakening of Shawn's hold over the magazine he loved, his reluctant attempts to find a successor, and the coup by which he was ultimately overthrown. It is a wonderful piece of reporting, full of real-life drama of Shakespearean dimensions, which Shawn himself surely would have loved.
|Publisher:||Simon & Schuster|
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About the Author
Renata Adler has had an unrivaled career as a reporter, novelist, and short story writer; intellectual gadfly; and New Yorker staffer. Educated at Bryn Mawr, Harvard, the Sorbonne, and Yale Law School, she has been a Guggenheim Fellow, a Fulbright Scholar, a Woodrow Wilson Scholar, and the film critic of The New York Times. The author of prize-winning short stories, a prize-winning novel (Speedboat), a number of other highly praised books, and countless admired and controversial articles for The New Yorker, The New York Review of Books, The Atlantic Monthly, National Review, New Republic, and other publications, she lives in New York.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is an outstanding book. I couldn't put it down and literally read it in one night. Renata Adler is one of the best writers around and her insights are smart, sharp, witty, and sometimes biting. 'Gone' is a terrific, highly readable history of 'The New Yorker,' with all its quirks and oddities put on display. Adler makes a convincing case that the 'old' 'New Yorker,' despite its faults, was decimated, dumbed-down, even destroyed by the dimwitted flash-in-the-pan Tina Brown, who, it should be noted, has never run a profitable magazine since arriving in the U.S. If you're looking for great gossip about the New York literary scene, you've got to pick up this book. I highly recommend 'Gone.'
In all of my years, I always, with some very few exceptions, finish a book I've purchased no matter how badly written, poorly edited,or just plain boring. Not in this case. I tried everything. I tried restarting several times, I tried skimming,...nothing worked. I gave up and threw it away!. I love the NEW YORKER; and I thought this would be a great book about it's inner workings. I was wrong. This was an inpenetrable,unedited, run on screed; by someone who assumed we knew all of the inside gossip and intrigue that she so confusingly wrote about. I run on. I love books...I hated this book...you will too