I received this week’s issue of the New Yorker, the first since WTC.
The cover is perfect – pure black. Art Spiegelman (their art director and author of Maus – which, if you haven’t read, you should immediately log off and buy a copy) is a master of artistic metaphor, and the cover is a classic – simple, yet poignantly direct.
Also of note in the issue: except for one George Booth drawing, there are no cartoons. Nor are there any of their humorous fillers.