A Hip American Treasure

What a combo: The best articles of any magazine in the U.S., great movie reviews, and hip music reviews. What else do you want?
I've read the New Yorker for at least 14 years. It has become less stodgy, but it still contains the best stuff from the best writers. The articles that I've remembered reading years ago I read in the New Yorker. I still remember countless articles about the environment, history, health dangers, politics, it goes on and on. The New Yorker is also a place where you can read excerpts from books yet to be published. I can recall reading excerpts from two books in particular, that went on to win Pulitzer Prizes. For some reason, this magazine seems to be a magnet for the best fiction and non fiction writers. I could go on and on, so I'll shut up about that.
The movie reviews are consistently excellent, and the reviewers aren't afraid to admit they liked an otherwise useless movie because it actually entertained them. Isn't that why we go to the movies? The writers that cover the music scene are also very good, but there isn't quite enough of their input. And, the cartoons are perhaps the best know part of this magazine. They are really just a bonus, and occasionally I stumble across one that causes me to burst out laughing.
What is incredible about the New Yorker is that it is a place where you can read about Limp Bizkit on one page, an analysis of the weeks political B.S. later in the issue, and then a mesmerizing article about the implications of the West Nile Encephalitis outbreak still later.
I'm embarrassed to say, I guess, that my late grandfather read the New Yorker, and my father still does. But I don't care, because I read what interests me, and there's plenty of that.
This thing's an institution. But don't get it for that reason. Get it because you'll enjoy it.