The New Yorker is, of course, a bastion of superb essays, influential investigative journalism, and insightful arts criticism. But for eighty years it’s also been a hoot. Now an uproarious sampling of its funny writings can be found in this collection, by turns satirical and witty, misanthropic and menacing. From the 1920s onward—but with a special focus on the latest generation—here are the humorists who have set the pace and stirred the pot, pulled the leg and pinched the behind of America. The comic lineup includes Christopher Buckley, Ian Frazier, Veronica Geng, Garrison Keillor, Steve Martin, Susan Orlean, Simon Rich, David Sedaris, Calvin Trillin, and many others. If laughter is the best medicine, Disquiet, Please! is truly a wonder drug.
About the Author
David Remnick is a staff writer at The New Yorker. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Lenin s Tomb, his first book, which was selected by The New York Times Book Review as one of the nine Best Books of the Year. He is the author of two other books, including a collection of essays. He lives in New York.
David Remnick is the editor of "The New Yorker." He won the Pulitzer Prize in 1994 for "Lenin's Tomb" and is also the author of "Resurrection "and the "King of the World: Muhammad Ali and the Rise of an American Hero." He lives in New York City with his wife and three children.
Henry Finder is the editorial director of "The New Yorker."
“The laughs start with the title and never stop.”—Entertainment Weekly
“Plenty of laugh-out-loud moments.”—Washington Post
“Some names in this collection elicit laughter upon mention—Woody Allen, Dorothy Parker, E. B. White—but meet some new voices—Simon Rich on free-range chicks, Noah Baumbach on his last relationship in the form of Zagat reviews.”—Chicago Tribune, Editor’s Choice
“[Spans] decades of brilliant lunacy. . . . Warning label: Guffaws are a side effect of ingesting Disquiet.”—San Diego Union-Tribune
“Stellar indeed. . . . One of the joys of this collection is seeing how the writers approach a seemingly innocuous idea, then stretch it, shake it and bake it into something completely ridiculous and hilarious.”—Toronto Star