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Reporting at Wit's End: Tales from the New Yorker (2010)

di St. Clair McKelway

Altri autori: Adam Gopnik (Introduzione)

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Writing for the magazine from the 1930s through the 1960s, McKelway specialized in light true crime stories about arsonists, embezzlers, counterfeiters, suspected Communists, and innocent men and the fire investigators, forensic accountants, Secret Service men, clueless FBI agents, and biased cops who pursued them.… (altro)
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While maybe not every one of the selections here is an absolute classic, a high percentage of them certainly are. McKelway's writing is often sharp, funny, and excellent. ( )
  JBD1 | Jul 7, 2023 |
St. Clair McKelway wrote for The New Yorker for 30 years. This collection pulls together some of his essays from each decade. He is thoughtful and humorous; the essays feature the common-man type of New Yorker rather than the newsmakers of the era. ( )
  gbelik | Jun 17, 2016 |
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For a modern reader (well, for me, anyway), it can take a little while to get into the rhythm of St. Clair McKelway’s “Tales from The New Yorker,” which are gathered in this 600-page volume under the title Reporting at Wit’s End.

McKelway typically starts off with a tantalizing situation, often the discovery of a theft or fraud of some sort. Then the story meanders, layering detail upon detail, until we know more than we ever imagined we’d want to know about forgers, or embezzlers, or religious cult followers.

Each of these stories is, as Adam Gopnik describes them in his introduction, a “short, significant parable.” But the word “parable” is misleading. At first, unconsciously, I kept waiting for the kind of conclusion we get from a parable—an object lesson or, at least, a “so, therefore...” moment, when the story would connect up to some larger observation about what motivates people to embark on a life of crime or self-delusion. But this sort of generalization is precisely what we don’t get. As Gopnik explains it: “The typical magazine ‘trend’ piece says, almost always falsely, ‘More and more people are acting this way!’ The classic McKelway piece says, accurately, ‘Very, very few people act this way, which is what makes the ones who do so interesting.’”

The overinterpretation of societal trends is hardly a new phenomenon (and if I describe it as a growing one, I’ll just be providing an example of it). But it can be hard to find a respite from the ubiquitous summing up, in old and new media alike, of what things signify. As a temporary escape, I enjoyed spending a little time with McKelway’s embezzlers and forgers, who don’t signify anything, or represent anybody, but themselves.

After a couple of false starts, I picked up the book one evening last summer after watching a classic 1946 film noir, The Blue Dahlia. I was happy to sustain my noir-ish mood through two short McKelway vignettes, “This Is It, Honey” (1953) and “The Perils of Pearl and Olga” (1946), both set firmly in that heartless, amoral, but often drily humorous world we know from forties noir. In “This Is It, Honey,” a man confesses to killing his girlfriend in a failed suicide pact, but we soon realize that something else—something very peculiar—is going on. And in “Pearl and Olga,” the naïve Pearl is persuaded to follow Olga onto a subway and “take a picture” of her with a camera concealed in a shoe box—but is the “camera” really a camera?

My appetite whetted, I read a few longer pieces. “The Wily Wilby” gives us an emblematic McKelway character—an embezzler who, according to one of his wives, is “an admirable man except for that one quirk, or whatever it is.” In “Mister 880,” a 63-year-old man sets about guaranteeing “a modest independence” in his old age by embarking on what McKelway calls a “restrained career as a counterfeiter,” specializing in fake one-dollar bills. And in “Who Is This King of Glory?,” a profile of the charismatic preacher Father Divine, McKelway—largely steering clear of stereotype and cliché—takes this self-styled “God” straight, on his own terms, letting the reader decide what it all adds up to.

This unemotional stance is typical of Reporting at Wit’s End, and it’s probably why, in the end, I was content to read just a sampling of these stories. For McKelway and his whole generation of New Yorker writers, says Adam Gopnik, who first encountered these pieces when he was just starting to write for The New Yorker himself, “The reformer’s rage was as alien to the style as the reactionary’s revulsion.” Without a commitment to strong emotion, to rage or revulsion, the challenge for this kind of story is to keep it interesting. In this—not always, but certainly at his best—St. Clair McKelway succeeds. ( )
  ashkenazi | Nov 8, 2010 |
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McKelway, St. Clair, Reporting at Wit’s End, Tales from The New Yorker. New York: Bloomsbury USA, 2010.

This collection of pieces published in The New Yorker magazine from the mid-thirties to the mid-sixties is a good read; it deserves a wide readership. Adam Gopnik rightly describes McKelway’s pieces as coming from the golden age of the New Yorker; though I think him over-generous in suggesting that there have been more than one of those in the magazine’s history. We seem to live in times that invite dark monomania: obsession over the minutiae of “the economy”, obsession over the suspect motives of “those people”, obsession over vast international conspiracies. McKelway’s style is light, not to say unserious, his subject matter is various, his scale is human and he can make you smile.
McKelway, born in North Carolina in 1905, worked as a journalist when it was still possible to learn that trade on-the-job. He was managing editor of The New Yorker for several years before World War II, had worked as a reporter and editor for a series of both national and international papers, and was a staff writer for The New Yorker for more than thirty years; he was a high school dropout. He died in 1980.
Adam Gopnik’s introduction is a “must read”, as an afterword; his thoroughness is apt to rob the reader of the delight of discovery
Unlike the worlds that A. J. Liebling or E. B. White wrote about, McKelway’s world is not gone. “Weird data and funny facts”, and “strange people” are in abundance. McKelway is an entertaining writer, whimsical and light; and deadly serious: unafraid of big ideas, willing to tackle history when necessary. Reading these pieces that are often about outliers, you begin to develop a suspicion that American individualism continues to produce a strain of the criminal and the rascal worthy of our attention.
And, of course, there is the question of what to read. I’d read the eighteen pieces over the course of eighteen weeks. I recommend reading “The Edinburgh Caper” first because it’s my favorite but every piece in this book has something for anyone with an interest in the almost infinite ways people express their humanness.
  KStewart3446 | Sep 8, 2010 |
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  Faradaydon | Aug 9, 2010 |
The book is a somewhat bare-bones affair, a paperback lacking notes or any other explanatory apparatus beyond a brief introduction by Adam Gopnik. Still, it assembles 18 of McKelway’s longer pieces from the 1930s to the 1960s, and every one of them is a treasure.
 
[The] calibration of darkness and light is what makes McKelway such a master and "Reporting at Wit's End" so pleasurable.
 

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Writing for the magazine from the 1930s through the 1960s, McKelway specialized in light true crime stories about arsonists, embezzlers, counterfeiters, suspected Communists, and innocent men and the fire investigators, forensic accountants, Secret Service men, clueless FBI agents, and biased cops who pursued them.

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