For reasons unknown even to myself, I went down a rabbit hole that I shouldn’t have. Consequence of this is that I ended up downloading The New Yorker, Jul 18, 1942. Here are some things that I found extremely adorable and interesting af!
“New Yorkers make the best candidates for presidency” Ironically I read it on the literal day when the U.S. House of Representatives impeached President Donald Trump! A little bad prediction there?
Excuse me, I didn’t deserve to be attacked like this!
Talking about the raconteur
HOLY SHIT, well, I started listening to the revisionist history around last year. My favourite episode was called a polite word for liar. Which is a beautiful episode that goes through a story about memory, stories and a story teller, Larry Adler (Who also was the best Harmonica player) This came as a complete shock to me, I am stunned. This is just–!
Here’s the mention of raconteur, the polite word for liar. This just ties in so perfectly. I don’t understand how we write and read the stories that move forward in time. You know, life is rather cyclical. You always keep coming back to the things that you were associated with in different ways.
This is just heartwarming. Everything that I read here. I am melting.
I almost forget that these were published during the second world war. Interestingly, the war was something that helped USA completely climb out of the great depression.