Three Ways to Drown
There is an excellent article in the latest Harper's by Alec Wilkinson, a veteran staff writer at The New Yorker, describing the work of a husband and wife team who spend nearly two hundred days a year travelling America with a boat to search for the drowned. This is Wilkinson's first piece published with Harper's, and I like very much that the brief biographical note appended to the article does not mention The New Yorker.
One of these days I will write a long essay here about Harper's and The New Yorker, explaining why Harper's is clearly superior, flawed though it is by the omnipresence of Lewis Lapham's imperious ego.
Lazily entering the phrase "new yorker" into my browser search bar just now, I forgot that I had it temporarily pointed at the OED, and discovered that the second possible disambiguation there is:
B. adj. (attrib.). Found in or characteristic of the magazine The New Yorker (founded 1925), noted for its urbane and sharply observed view of American life.
Followed by the following quotes:
1934 Fortune Aug. 75/1 No advertising man is believed, by the editors, ever to have understood a New Yorker joke. 1948 Hearst's Internat. May 175/1 Literary critics and editors of other magazines are always referring to ‘The New Yorker style of writing'. 1959 Times Lit. Suppl. 2 Jan. 4/2 He surveys the established Old Guard.., the new ‘realists’.., the New Yorker School. 1992 New Yorker 3 Feb. 65/1 (advt.) The design is distinguished and very New Yorker: Eustace Tilley-patterned endpapers.
(A search for "harper's" results in the suggestion to try harping, vbl.
One of the most remarkable sections of the article is a passage briefly enumerating the stories of the bodies this couple has found. The following is a small part of this: