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The New Yorker, 2007-03-19
Oct. 6th, 2007 04:02 pm"Dressin’ Texan" / Patricia Marx
__ at a bistro where her name was also the name of a sesame-crusted baby-salmon dish. ("I'm on every menu in town," she said.)
__ Also: A man called Neiman's from jail, explaining that he was a very loyal customer. The store posted his bail.
__ the (closet) with the two chandeliers, the coffee table, the pair of ponyskin-uphostered chairs...
__ paillette
"Reality Art Show" / Sarah Thornton
__ The Turner honors artists who are between what the art world would call "late emergent" and "early mid-career." Renton added, "It's also imperative that it not become a midlife-crisis prize."
"Lucky Alan" / Jonathan Lethem
__ His grandiosity, his U-turn anecdotes, his contempt for the obvious statement didn't invite such guesses, only the tribute of gratified awe.
__ this proud, drum-tight personality
__ Zwelish seemed to know how vulnerable Zwelish wanted to get.
__ Alan Zwelish'd definitive self-renovation, one that Blondy instantly vowed to treat only reverently
"In the Now" / John Colapinto
__ Unlike creative people who fear the blank page, Lagerfeld has a horror of the full page, the page that cannot be altered—the page that possesses the power to bore.
__ digressions within digressions. “For me, the perfect writing is E. B. White—that’s how one should write English,” he told me at his home on the Rue de l’Université. “The sound, the language, what it evokes for me. I see New York with the eyes of his book about New York. Like Colette in French. Even someone like Léautaud—whom you probably don’t know. Léautaud was the son of a courtesan and his father was a bad actor who became a souffleur in the Comédie-Française—you know, the one who sits in a box onstage and whispers lines to the actors when they forget them? Prompter! He wrote three books and then he started a publishing house, a very good one, the Mercure de France, and stayed all his life there as the editor of the Mercure literature review, and he loved cats and animals—which I’m not crazy for. Everything he did all of his life, I don’t like, but his writing, for me, his descriptions of Paris—I go to the street where he went for fifty, sixty years, and I see it only with his eyes. He became famous in France in the fifties because Robert Mallet, from the Sorbonne, made on the radio—because there was no television—conversations with him, which were recorded. And I have them on CD; his voice is like an actor from another era. It’s like Colette; she speaks French from an era that nobody speaks like this; they used to pronounce their ‘r’ very differently in French”—he demonstrates an “r” rolled with a trill in the front of the mouth, then hurries on: “I read poetry a lot and I even publish poetry. I made an edition of a woman called Catherine Pozzi, who was the mistress of Paul Valéry—she was married to a man who wrote plays, but they divorced quickly and she was the daughter of a famous doctor. You know the painting of Sargent’s of a very handsome man in a red robe? That was her father, the very famous Dr. Pozzi, who was Sarah Bernhardt’s doctor and lover and…”
"Bag Man" / Larissa MacFarquhar
__ He concocted stings - fake golf games, fake sailing regattas, fake sweepstakes wins, anything he could think of that might sound attractive to a counterfeiter.
"Salvage Artists" / Paul Goldberger
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__ at a bistro where her name was also the name of a sesame-crusted baby-salmon dish. ("I'm on every menu in town," she said.)
__ Also: A man called Neiman's from jail, explaining that he was a very loyal customer. The store posted his bail.
__ the (closet) with the two chandeliers, the coffee table, the pair of ponyskin-uphostered chairs...
__ paillette
"Reality Art Show" / Sarah Thornton
__ The Turner honors artists who are between what the art world would call "late emergent" and "early mid-career." Renton added, "It's also imperative that it not become a midlife-crisis prize."
"Lucky Alan" / Jonathan Lethem
__ His grandiosity, his U-turn anecdotes, his contempt for the obvious statement didn't invite such guesses, only the tribute of gratified awe.
__ this proud, drum-tight personality
__ Zwelish seemed to know how vulnerable Zwelish wanted to get.
__ Alan Zwelish'd definitive self-renovation, one that Blondy instantly vowed to treat only reverently
"In the Now" / John Colapinto
__ Unlike creative people who fear the blank page, Lagerfeld has a horror of the full page, the page that cannot be altered—the page that possesses the power to bore.
__ digressions within digressions. “For me, the perfect writing is E. B. White—that’s how one should write English,” he told me at his home on the Rue de l’Université. “The sound, the language, what it evokes for me. I see New York with the eyes of his book about New York. Like Colette in French. Even someone like Léautaud—whom you probably don’t know. Léautaud was the son of a courtesan and his father was a bad actor who became a souffleur in the Comédie-Française—you know, the one who sits in a box onstage and whispers lines to the actors when they forget them? Prompter! He wrote three books and then he started a publishing house, a very good one, the Mercure de France, and stayed all his life there as the editor of the Mercure literature review, and he loved cats and animals—which I’m not crazy for. Everything he did all of his life, I don’t like, but his writing, for me, his descriptions of Paris—I go to the street where he went for fifty, sixty years, and I see it only with his eyes. He became famous in France in the fifties because Robert Mallet, from the Sorbonne, made on the radio—because there was no television—conversations with him, which were recorded. And I have them on CD; his voice is like an actor from another era. It’s like Colette; she speaks French from an era that nobody speaks like this; they used to pronounce their ‘r’ very differently in French”—he demonstrates an “r” rolled with a trill in the front of the mouth, then hurries on: “I read poetry a lot and I even publish poetry. I made an edition of a woman called Catherine Pozzi, who was the mistress of Paul Valéry—she was married to a man who wrote plays, but they divorced quickly and she was the daughter of a famous doctor. You know the painting of Sargent’s of a very handsome man in a red robe? That was her father, the very famous Dr. Pozzi, who was Sarah Bernhardt’s doctor and lover and…”
"Bag Man" / Larissa MacFarquhar
__ He concocted stings - fake golf games, fake sailing regattas, fake sweepstakes wins, anything he could think of that might sound attractive to a counterfeiter.
"Salvage Artists" / Paul Goldberger
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