“Are they obscene? It took thirty years, but American courts eventually decided that (those words) are not, and therefore the book they appear in cannot be banned.” Thus spake sacred edict from most polished, eloquent bourgeoise, The New Yorker, on Henry Miller. Henry Miller, you know, that guy who wrote, uh, something. Gee, New Yorker, … Continue reading “4th Estate and Its Moat: The New Yorker Post-Trump”