Who do you think responded in the two and a half months since then? What is the sound of one hand clapping? However, NYR forwards responses to its boxes for six months after ad placement. Reader, my second-place ad showed up in mailboxes all over the NYR-reading world on or around February 3: “F to M: Don’t want to go gentle into that good night? How about we make a big ruckus together and startle all the heirs? NYR Box 68305.” Even if only one lonely heart in Arizona wrote back, wouldn’t that be worth carrying on with for a while. Did I want them to publish what I’d written for $55? A responsive email from a NYR person arrived two weeks later. Nonetheless, it implied literacy, some assets and preparations for the end. It was silent as to age, geographic location, size or shape, education, tastes or interests of the desired respondent. My ad had many flaws as a real-life solicitation. I soon dashed off a short submission which pretty much reflected how I was feeling at the moment. It was nearly midnight, a time when – if still up - I can misplace my moral compass and lose my way. Submit a Personals ad suitable for Valentine’s Day and the winning entry would be published in the Valentine’s Day issue for free! Second and third place finishers could opt to publish at half-price. Last January, NYR offered a contest to its readers. “And the rest?” “Tummies?” Who are these people? More to the point, who - if anyone - responds? There must be some results for some happy subscribers, else this feature would not have continued to bring in shekels to NYR for more decades than I can recollect. Reply with bio/photo in confidence: Phoebe (and an email address).” Or, from the opposite sex: “Semi-retired professional, slender, athletic man in NYC seeks elegant woman 47-60 with reciprocal qualities to discuss James (Henry), Strauss (Richard) and for cultural events, travel, and the rest. Such as (again from the latest issue): “Slim, stunning blonde in her youthful 50s, accomplished, light-hearted, warm, seeks bright, successful gentleman 40s-60 for deeply loving partnership. But even if you’re not offeror or offeree, the ads are fun to read. (You pay by the word.) The results were interesting although not ultimately successful. During the long period of emotional draught after divorce from the father of my then nearly grown children I sporadically availed myself of its expensive services. What almost always tips the scale in favor of renewal is the Personals column on the last or next-to-last page. Which means there’s never an automatic yes when it’s time to renew. In short, some stuff I skip, and some stuff I read. (“NYR” for short.) NYR is a large, classy intellectual publication that addresses such subjects as (from the latest issue) the art of Gerhard Richter, includes lengthy reviews of books about how Austrian economists fought the war of ideas and about Greenland’s buried past, and – more accessible, at least to me – a consideration of The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel’s conclusion to her Thomas Cromwell trilogy, and a detailed account of Governor Andrew Cuomo’s astonishing performance as the nation’s emergency responder in chief in these difficult coronavirus times. One of the two periodicals I’ve subscribed to for a long time is The New York Review of Books. Does its reappearance in my consciousness now mean real adulthood is over? It comes from some faraway period of my life before real adulthood brought less theoretical problems to think about. Search for: Tags advertising advice Age Anecdote anti-semitism Baku blogging Books Boyfriend cartoons Cat Cats children college conversation cooking courage dating Death dialogue dieting divorce dream Early Twentieth Century history ethics Extreme Old Age family family history fantasy father fear feminism fiction flowers food getting old Greece happiness Health History humor husband Joy law law firm law school Learning About Life letter writing Life Literature loneliness Loss love Madison Avenue marriage Me meditation memoir memories Memory Men Michael Raginsky Mother old age old old age pain philosophy photographs photography photos pronunciation questions quotations reading Real Life relationships romance Russia sadness self-awareness self awareness self help sex short story sleep Social history Soviet Union spring Summer survival the age thing Time travel vanity Weight loss words World War II Writing writing short youth Follow Blog via Email WHAT’S THE SOUND OF ONE HAND CLAPPING? April 26, 2020.
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