Art Spiegelman returns to the New Yorker. Astute readers of this blog will remember that we put out the call a month or two back. Consumption of humble pie on Spiegelman's part was probably limited by the fact that his wife remains the magazine's art director; we hope she made him jump through a few hoops, nonetheless. We also, somewhat more cynically, hope that his reappearance is more than just a one-off, timed as a cross-promotion for the release of "In The Shadow Of No Towers". No, the magazine would never stoop so low. (Also in this week's issue an Alec Wilkinson profile of Gillian Welch. If we didn't have an airmail subscription we would undoubtedly be buying this one anyway. And a Bruce McCall cover, too. And David Remnick editorialising on his special subject, Russia. What, they do this sort of thing every week?)
