It seems the New Yorker will miss “The Sopranos” veddy veddy much.
Gotham’s restrained bible for culture vultures devoted its June 4 cover to the departing mob drama, and led its Talk of the Town with a paean to Tony Soprano and his lumbering sociopaths, written by none other than editor in chief David Remnick.
It being the New Yorker, the piece invokes Fellini (“Steve Van Zandt‘s Silvio Dante seems less like a human being than an animated Fellini character”) and Aristotelian conventions, comparing the skein to John Updike‘s Rabbit series and Philip Roth‘s recent novels.
“Dickens would have seen a kinsman in the creator of ‘Paulie Walnuts’ Gaultieri,” Remnick salutes approvingly.
The issue continues in its pop culture vein with a long feature devoted to Paul McCartney titled “When I’m Sixty-Four,” balancing it with more typical fare like a David Sedaris essay and Gunter Grass‘s first-person account of his time spent in the Waffen SS.