Cultural gentrification
First issue of the NYR |
The New York Review of Books was born during a newspaper strike in New York, when even the New York Times Book Review was not available.
I remember well that first issue in February, 1963, with an all-star lineup of American intellectuals, most of whom I first read in The Nation, The New Republic, or in monthlies and quarterlies.
I inadvertently let my NYR subscription lapse recently. While in North Beach a few weeks ago, I picked up the latest edition at City Lights and was shocked at the cover price---$8.95! $9.71 with the tax!
In a blow up of the picture above, you can just read the original cover price: "Twenty-five Cents."
The one review that still puzzles me: Mary McCarthy on Naked Lunch, which, on her recommendation, I read later. Utterly mystifying. It wasn't the sex that bothered me, but even the word salads tucked in between the sex and violence were incomprehensible.
The one review that still puzzles me: Mary McCarthy on Naked Lunch, which, on her recommendation, I read later. Utterly mystifying. It wasn't the sex that bothered me, but even the word salads tucked in between the sex and violence were incomprehensible.
1 Comments:
Not surprising that NYRB is getting gentrified. City Lights is impossible these days; I've given up trying to find parking anywhere within walking distance. If I need books I just drive to Daly City or shop on Amazon.
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