Have you read the latest Neu Jorker ? The issue with that great profile of a choral composer who detests the human voice? With the Talk of the Town about gentrification, and the middling review of the play within the movie Birdman No, were not talking about that high-brow magazine. Were talking about its astonishingly thorough, beautifully rendered parody–the one so spot-on it’s mind-boggling. Seriously, the new issue of The Neu Jorker has got everything: chagrined WASPs, millennial-directed scoffs, an ad for Acela: The Train for Nieces, the signature Irvin typeface, praise of David Mamet, even elaborated, overwrought syntax. The Neu Jorker is a satire–one meticulously modeled on its inspiration, from the Bieber 2020 campaign Where Are U Now encompasses to the back page’s cartoon caption contest.” Our mantra was’ aim to pass, ‘” tells James Folta, one of the two editors-in-chief.” My dream was that you could open it to a random page and not be able to tell until you started reading which one was real and which is now being fake .” Indeed, most of the pieces could have appeared in the original publishing, from the a photo essay examining the current state of affairs at the US Postal Service to the ad for Malcolm Gladwells new volume on guesstimates.” The piece on the history of knots could very well be a New Yorker piece ,” tells Folta.” And I would be thrilled to read it .”
To create the cover-to-cover satire, Folta and his co-editor, Andrew Lipstein, made a list of every single item in a December issue, and started offering them to their network of comedians and novelists.” Reaching out to comedy novelists in New York, are always so steeped in this magazine we love to cast aspersions at, but also all have a stack in our apartment waiting to be read ,” tells Folta, who also penned the books review, of a political fiction” hailed as the Lolita for a post-Citizens United world .” The contributors page lists impressive achievements: many alumni of the Upright Citizen Brigade and contributors to The Onion , at the least two humble voices of a generation, and one brave contributor to NewYorker.com. The meticulous effort to hew closely to the signature form is what stimulates the satire so apt: it’s an exacting, absurdist replica.” The objective was to take what stimulates it unique, and exploit those oddities ,” tells Lipstein. “ The New Yorker is basically a collecting of set pieces for a comedy novelist to do that .” And the writers certainly did exploit those oddities, from an umlaut-ed coperate to self-absorbed, myopic narratives–like Finding My Gallop, a nine-page personal history of a woman who transitions into a horse, an off-kilter account in a canon of squash narrations and the tribulations of growing up with an inheritance. Oh, she definitely subscribes to The New Yorker , tells Nicole Silverberg, writer and comedian, about her alternating identity with equine aspirations. Shes the type of person who subscribed and maintains it in a stack on her coffee table, which is a completely appropriate way to do The New Yorker . Or The Neu Jorker .