It’s time for Arsene Wenger to step down, says the piece.
Bloody hell!
The most sophisticated magazine in the English-speaking world has handed down a judgment on a Premier League manager!
If this is not a landmark moment, I don’t know what is.
The New Yorker first became was known to me in the Sixties as the magazine where J.D. Salinger’s short stories were first published.
It was, I later learned, the most educated slick magazine on the planet, full of clever cartoons, alluring ads for luxury goods, and thoughtful reviews of art, music, films, ballet, theatre and literature.
Kurt Vonnegut says the magazine was influential in helping a large audience to appreciate modern literature.
The New Yorker was also famous for its longform nonfiction and for its Talk Of The Town columns. I read a fascinating book by staffman Brendan Gill called Here At The New Yorker but I’m not sure whether I still own that paperback.
Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood began as a series of pieces there. And some articles were adapted into movies or plays such as Pal Joey.
The New Yorker was special because its first editor Harold Ross was a great man who founded the magazine in 1925 and edited it until his death in 1951, when he was succeeded by William Shawn, another great man, who was editor until 1987.
A typical piece this week’s magazine kicks off thus :On Tuesday, Britain’s Channel 4 News showed the second part of its undercover exposé of Cambridge Analytica, the controversial political consulting firm that worked for the Trump campaign in 2016.
The football article explains that Arsenal has traditionally been one of the top clubs in England and, historically, among the top teams in the world.
https://www.newyorker.com/news/sporting-scene/the-agony-of-being-an-arsenal-fan