In the November 24 New Yorker, a profile of Duguid and Alford:
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/11/24/081124fa_fact_kramer
In the December 8 New Yorker, a profile of Naomi and Avi:
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/12/08/081208fa_fact_macfarquhar
So which hipsters will be welcoming the New Yorker to their downtown Victorian brick semi in the December 22 issue? Atom and Arsinee? Peggy and Graeme? Those lesbians with the big dog down the street? Please god not Jack and Olivia.
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I noticed the bizarre Toronto-related surge in the New Yorker as well, but as a good (former) Torontonian feel sure they're just doing it so that they don't have to mention us for the next decade or so. I did almost write a letter to the editor as the Duguid and Alford piece makes mention, admiringly, of someone who can tell the difference between a Toronto bagel and a Montreal bagel. Please! Is there anyone who can't?
As a trained metaphysician I would be more inclined to say that there is no such thing as a 'Toronto bagel'. It may not quite be an oxymoron, but it sure as hell isn't a natural kind.
Doesn't Toronto get name-checked in one of Richard Florida's books (to say nothing of Jane Addams) as a cool city, full of early adopters and the creative class? Perhaps that's what's bringing the New Yorker writers out. Not something I really have to worry about here. I doubt anyone cares about the difference between an Edmonton perogy and a Red Deer perogy.
I am painting our bedroom F&B 'Porphyry Pink', just in case.
I prefer F&B 'Dead Salmon', honestly.
Richard Florida moved here! But he lost all credibility with me when it came out that he lives in Rosedale.
I meant Jane Jacobs, not Jane Addams (who was, as I'm sure you know, the first American woman to win a Nobel Prize). How embarassing.
I can tell the difference between a Leaside Pogo and an Etobicoke Pogo.
How about Eastern Ontario bobo balls and Southwestern Ontario bobo balls?
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