OK.
I like print.
I read long articles in Wired. In the Sunday NYT. I also really like the new short form Newsweek. I can zip through all of my favorite columnists there, plus CW, letters, My Turn, in one bus ride.
But can I be excused, seriously, from the New Yorker's profiles that go on an on and on and seem all to adhere to a style of including personal details about the profile-ees, that add nothing?
A recent issue profiled Guillermo del Toro. Interesting, but too, too long and with too many dead-end references to the subject's fluctuating weight at various meetings with the author. Pointless.
Latest NY'er has a long article (26 pages) about Paul Haggis and Scientology. Interesting. And endless. I am at my second night of reading it and contemplating concluding it in a third (I won't). Interesting and boring at the same time. Quite a feat.
Please, get to the point. I love you, New Yorker, but get some editors. Seriously.
Thank you very much.
Katy Buchanan Remensky
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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