My friend Imran Ahmad depicts the terrible things that await the unwitting young person who embarks on a career in literature
Thursday, 13 November 2008
The living hell that is a writer's life
Posted by Linda Grant at 08:34 4 comments
Labels: Literature
Harry on Cover Art
I’m more of a New Yorker reader than a reader of Vanity Fair.
It is something of an indulgence. Well, reading restaurant reviews of places I’m never going to visit is maybe just pointless. But the point about the New Yorker is enjoying the writing. And the cartoons. And sometimes the cover just hits the spot.
They ran a very relevant and witty homage to Steinberg during the election .
And the issue I bought yesterday is notable. Dated November 10 it obviously went to press just before election day.
There isn’t any other magazine that does this sort of thing.
It’s creativity of a very high order.
Posted by Harry Fenton at 06:41 3 comments
Labels: Harry Fenton, New Yorker