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The New Yorker is a weekly publication which specializes in providing its readers with New York arts, world news, mysterious ads for unattainable outfits, and humor which strives to elevate the common brow to a more intellectual position. It contains fiction, nonfiction, epistles, and comics. The periodical provides an up-to-date and engaging portrayal of urban smartness with a tiny but worthwhile liberal education in every issue.Most importantly, the editors of The New Yorker seem to uphold a sacred oath not to sacrifice the precision of a statement's words for the sake of readability. Words like "aegis," "lagniappe," and "folderol" are not slashed away and replaced with the active voice, food-time phrases given us by the art of marketing. The New Yorker respects its readers by not simplifying its articles for the least educated person who could possibly afford the magazine.Throughout the magazine's history its contributing artists have taken journalism to strange new places. According to Ronald Weber (1978), "Especially during the sixties and seventies, The New Yorker... allowed nonfiction writers both the reporting time to develop their subjects in depth and the editorial space to shape them in fresh and inventive ways" (p 487). Like N.P.R., this periodical is not afraid to dedicate a lot of content to an obscure subject: Tony Bennett's favorite suit, T.S. Eliot, or even a rabbi's disdain for postmodern decor.The research methods of these journalists are diverse. Some are obsessive, some are tangential. Some lunge into battle zones, like Dexter Filkins recording the words of the doomed Pakistani reporter Syed Shahzad (2011): "Look, I'm in danger. I've got to leave Pakistan" (p. 50). Others like Alec Wilkinson report on native obscurities. In his article about Drew Eckmann's pop star house concerts in New Jersey, Wilkinson (2011) admits, "Really, though, it's just Drew's house" (p. 52). The magazine thrives on any approach that can be nurtured through exposition.Robert Rounds, a composition professor, defended his use of The New Yorker as a textbook in the Journal of College Composition and Communication (1968): "What text comes out, as mine does, with a fresh edition weekly, impeccably edited, full of stimulating writing of all kinds, all of it top-notch but none of it yet `literature' that must perforce be appreciated" (p. 223)? A year-long subscription of fifty-two issues costs no more than the average English textbook, and the bonus of receiving pleasant mail at least once a week brings a joy which age cannot dull.Bill Osgerby (2001) found that The New Yorker in its earliest years "Appealed to moneyed, young, liberal aesthetes who were providing a ready market for the growing constellation of theatres and galleries" (p. 546), thus creating a forum for men and women loyal to the arts and immune to controversy. After ninety years this highly attuned journal is still there to fund the most clever analysis of whatever new school of Artistic thought may emerge.I recommend The New Yorker with vehemence to all readers, but especially to those who wish to write for a living. Its style may not fit with the blunt technicality of a press release, and its vocabulary may not behoove a writer for a local paper; but it is an excellent weekly tool for helping a writer see how ideas can develop, what is being admired in the artistic domain, and who is about to release a rather sassy art book of photographs detailing various playgrounds of Europe.

If you want the best in reporting, a magazine with infinitely high standards of layout and writing, the occasionally funny cartoon (we worship at the altar of Roz Chast), and what passes for important fiction these days, you can't miss with the New Yorker. No other non-scholarly journal delivers so much to read and entertain.Public image probably sees the New Yorker reader as a person on Metro North with a long commute from the suburbs. Yeah, that's us on the weekends. And it's the perfect length for a 1-1/2 train ride that's usually dull, slow, noisy, and crowded.But some of the non-fiction articles over the past decade or so have far surpassed the fiction offerings, and some of the stories have stayed as clearly with me as anything I've ever read. This IS the magazine that was home to Joseph Mitchell, my all-time favorite reporter/ writer.The New Yorker used to be considered prudish about what it would publish as fiction. Now, most of their fiction is a morass of quasi-autobiographical tales that seem to have mandatory explicit, unpleasant and unemotional sex, as if each writer is trying to surpass the shock value of the last writer. Very little of it concerns any other aspects of life. I'm not prudish, but I do get bored with it, and just skip over it.The reviewers are still generally very good, on the money, and it's an invaluable short guide to what's happening culturally in the metro New York area.So well worth it, but to the fiction editor: get work elsewhere. To the editor: there's GOT to be better fiction out there than what you've been publishing.

Serving up a slice of life each week , The New Yorker has introduced me to new writers , assures my favorite's are tucked between the pages, and sends humor straight to my funny bone . It goes without saying that I love the artists and read cover to cover. I often share my copies with family, neighbors and pick up issues to read again. If you like listening , reading, people, places and things that challenge and bring insight, read on and frame a few covers along the way.

I subscribed to New Yorker mainly for their short fiction but quickly got hooked onto the articles. Though most articles are centered around New York City, the few that aren't highlight the ongoing political and international issues and hot topics while including a good background of each issue. This magazine certainly throws light on a lot of topics and so far has been one of the most informative magazines. So even if you are not a New Yorker, the magazine is still readable. The downside is that it is a bit pricey.

This is a great deal to try out a magazine briefly. The New Yorker has great articles and comics. The best part is that there are no ads.

THE NEW YORKER is still the best magazing in America. It is for anyone who enjoys quality writing. The best writers in the English language appear in THE NEW YORKER. It is also an excellent way to keep up with the cultural activities of the best city on earth, NEW YORK. It is impossible to overpraise this America treasure, and did I mention the wonderful witty cartoons. If you've never read the magazine, do so now. If you enjoy reading it - what are you waiting for. Subscribe now!!!!

I love the in-depth reporting, articles on art, music, and literature. Heads up on happenings around town and featured restaurants. Great magazine with a lot of content and seemingly few ads because they are pushed off to the margins. Not for those with limited attention spans.

The New Yorker is incredible. I read it cover to cover. Articles about topics that don't initially interestme are so well written that I both learn something new and become more open minded.