The New Yorker's consistently high quality since the advent of David Remnick notwithstanding, I have been really impressed with this week's issue (January 17, 2005, as indexed by greg.org). Particularly worth your time:
- Jeffrey Goldberg, Visiting Preacher Killen: the account, not to be believed, of an aborted interview with the Mississippi man long believed to have organized the infamous murder of three Freedom Summer workers and who is only now being tried properly on that charge
- Adam Gopnik, Renaissance Man: review of two new books on Leonardo (thankfully, serious books, not that one), with the best line, "When I was a teen-ager, I wrote a science-fiction story about Leonardo da Vinci. [...] Sensing, sadly but with characteristic prescience, that the market in occult stories involving strange codes hidden in Leonardo’s works was essentially nil, I left the story unfinished."
- Hilton Als, I, Me, Mine: review of a new biography of Christopher Isherwood
- Anthony Lane, Go Fish: review of Wes Anderson's The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou and Brad Silberling's Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events