The small ovoid in the Venn diagram of Dopers who read the NYT will know what I’m talking about: the Times has done a makeover on the Sunday magazine. They had a 220-page whopper last week to launch it. This week was more ordinary. But it kept whacking at me with little hammers.
It’s a pretty makeover, very 2015, very online-influenced. Nice, clear layout and good organization - light years ahead of some mag makeovers that reduce the rag to a jumbled mishmash of trendy design and ads that can’t be distinguished from content - at all. It’s not one of those redesigns by some 26yo Parsons graduate that throws all the rules out the window, including readability and being able to find content except by random browse. Nice, overall.
But then the subsonics kick in. There’s a full-page ad with only two lines of copy:
nyt mag
think again.
…and I can’t do it justice, because the first line in the Time’s title gothic, which looks just like old German Fraktur. The ad page is black. The type is white. There is a very strong Third-Reich vibe to the whole ominous thing.
Which is compounded by the black cover with a smallish portrait shot of Karl Ove Knausgaard, whose six-volume autobiography - titled, ahem, My Struggle - has wowed Swedes and English readers of the three volumes translated so far. Very much the Proust of the 21st century. More faint sounds of goose-stepping.
Then it gets beyond hilarious. The cover ties to an article by Knausgaard, titled “My Saga, Part 1” and in a nutshell is about his first few days of his first visit to the US. It’s eleven pages long plus a two-page opening splash. Knowing the, er, volume of his magnum opus, I could only laugh harder as I turned each page to see it continue yet again. I don’t think Harvard Lampoon could have crafted a better parody. And oh, thank god, it’s only part 1.
Anyway, all four of you who care… I found it a weird combination of nice work, nazis-I-hate-nazis creepiness and self-referencing absurdity.