Fun Find

My favorite used bookstore came through once again this past weekend.  I’ve been going to this place for about 25 years and have found numerous New Yorker gems, but never once found a bound volume of The New Yorker.  Saturday was different.  I’d just finished browsing the humor section, happy to have found a copy of Ed Fisher’s 2000 collection, Maestro, Please! when I spotted a familiar typeface in a nearby pile of books. Eight bound volumes of the magazine (all for less than the price of two movie tickets in Manhattan); the earliest from 1945, and the most recent, from 1991. While it’s  convenient to visit the New Yorker‘s website and, if you’re a subscriber, peruse the magazine’s entire archive, or use The Complete New Yorker discs to do the same, there really is nothing like sitting with the real thing.