by New Yorker
2005 Modern Library Edition
Copyright © 2003 by The New Yorker Magazine
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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA
Christmas at The New Yorker : stories, poems, humor, and art.
p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-307-48291-4
1. Christmas—Literary collections. 2. Christmas—New York (State)—New York. 3. New York (N.Y.)—Literary collections. 4. American literature—20th century. 5. Christmas in art. I. New Yorker (New York, N.Y.: 1925)
PS509.C56C517 2004
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CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Drawings
FOREWORD BY JOHN UPDIKE
the spirit of giving
MORE OF A SURPRISE / Sally Benson
SCHOOLBOY / Sally Benson
CHRISTMAS MORNING / Frank O’Connor
CHRISTMAS IS A SAD SEASON FOR THE POOR / John Cheever
THE MAGI HANGUP / William Cox
PARENTAL ADVISORY / Daniel Menaker
CHRISTMAS CARDS / John Updike
and Talk of the Town by Mrs. John Swinton, St. Clair McKelway, Rosann Smith, William Kinkead, Russell Maloney, H. Weiss, Geoffrey Hellman, and John Updike
the feast
A FINE TURKEY DINNER / Brendan Gill
STARE DECISIS / H. L. Mencken
THE TURKEY SEASON / Alice Munro
MY EX-HUSBAND AND THE FISH DINNER / Joan Acocella
WINTER IN MARTINIQUE / Patrick Chamoiseau
and Talk of the Town by Jean P. Helm, William B. Powell, and James Thurber
k. kringle, esq.
A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS / James Thurber
WAITING FOR SANTY: A CHRISTMAS PLAYLET / S. J. Perelman
NO SANTA CLAUS / Emily Hahn
SKID-ROW SANTA / Ken Kesey
THE TWELVE TERRORS OF CHRISTMAS / John Updike
and Talk of the Town by William Shawn, Francis Steegmuller, and Harold Ross
family matters
CHRISTMAS POEM / John O’Hara
CHRISTMAS / Vladimir Nabokov
SOLACE / Linda Grace Hoyer
A CHRISTMAS STORY / Garrison Keillor
CRÈCHE / Richard Ford
and Talk of the Town by Elizabeth Hardwick
holiday spirits
COMMENTS / E. B. White
SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS / Sally Benson
TWO PEOPLE HE NEVER SAW / John McNulty
FLESH AND THE DEVIL / Peter De Vries
THE CAROL SING / John Updike
and Talk of the Town by Carroll Newman, St. Clair McKelway, Harold Ross, James Thurber, C. E. Noyes, Russell Maloney, J. Soans, Geoffrey Hellman, Preston Shroyer, E. B. White, and S. C. Westerwelt
o tannenbaum
HOMECOMING / William Maxwell
OCCURRENCE ON THE SIX-SEVENTEEN / George Shephard
TOKIO CHRISTMAS / Max Hill
A COUPLE OF NIGHTS BEFORE CHRISTMAS / J. F. Powers
and Talk of the Town by Russell Maloney, Harold Ross, Charles Noble Constance Feeley, Robert A. Simon, and E. J. Kahn, Jr.
christmas carols
CHRISTMAS WEEK / Parke Cummings
CHRISTMAS EVE / Karl J. Shapiro
A CHRISTMAS CAROL / John Ciardi
CHRISTMAS EVE / John Ciardi
WHAT EVERY WOMAN KNOWS / Phyllis McGinley
CHRISTMAS FAMILY REUNION / Peter De Vries
LANDSCAPE OF THE STAR / Adrienne Rich
THE PASSING OF ALPHEUS W. HALLIDAY / E. B. White
ALL’S NOËL THAT ENDS NOËL / Odgen Nash
SAINT NICHOLAS, / Marianne Moore
THE MAGUS / James Dickey
THE CHRISTMAS CACTUS / L. M. Rosenberg
ICICLES / Robert Pinsky
CHRISTMAS IN QATAR / Calvin Trillin
TREE WITH ORNAMENTS BY MY MOTHER / Elizabeth Macklin
25.xii.1993 / Joseph Brodsky
NATIVITY POEM / Joseph Brodsky
FLIGHT TO EGYPT / Joseph Brodsky
GREETINGS, FRIENDS! (1939) / Frank Sullivan
GREETINGS, FRIENDS! (1957) / Frank Sullivan
GREETINGS, FRIENDS! (1978) / Roger Angell
GREETINGS, FRIENDS! (1995) / Roger Angell
drawings
CHARLES ADDAMS 1.2, 15.5, 16.2, 20.2, 22.4, 25.3, 31.1, 43.1
CONSTANTIN ALAJALOV 17.1
PETER ARNO 1.1, 10.1, 11.1, 17.1
PERRY BARLOW 15.2, 19.1
CHARLES BARSOTTI 40.1
RALPH BARTON 2.1
MEG CROCKER BIRMINGHAM 7.1
HARRY BLISS 22.2
HARRY BROWN 23.1
ROZ CHAST 16.3, 31.4
MICHAEL CRAWFORD 16.1
WHITNEY DARROW, JR. 22.5, 24.2, 27.4
CHON DAY 15.4
ROBERT DAY 4.5, 9.1
RICHARD DECKER 26.4
ELDON DEDINI 13.2
LEONARD DOVE 27.2
EDNA EICKE ii, iii
LISA C. ERNST 20.1
IAN FALCONER 27.5
ED FISHER 18.1, 33.1
TOM FUNK iii
WILLIAM CRAWFORD GALBRAITH 13.1
ARTHUR GETZ 31.7
EDWARD GOREY 22.6
WILLIAM HAMILTON 9.2
HELEN HOKINSON 3.2, 26.3
REA IRVIN 5.1, 53.1
LONNI SUE JOHNSON 17.1
WILLIAM JOYCE 17.1
BRUCE ERIC KAPLAN 26.2
ILONKA KARASZ 30.1
EDWARD KOREN 18.2
ANATOL KOVARSKY 20.3
ARNIE LEVIN 31.6
LEE LORENZ 15.3
ROBERTA MACDONALD 4.2, 18.3
CHARLES E. MARTIN 294
HENRY MARTIN ii, 21.1, 27.1
EVER MEULEN 223
FRANK MODELL 3.1, 9.3, 22.1
MORRIS NEUWIRTH 29.1
ALPHONSE NORMANDIA 48.1
GEORGE PRICE 15.1, 26.1, 30.2
MISCHA RICHTER 7.2
VICTORIA ROBERTS 7.3, 10.2
AL ROSS 24.1, 31.2
CHARLES SAXON 28.1
ANDRE DE SCHAUB 4.1
J. J. SEMPÉ 21.2
JUDITH SHAHN 6.1, 28.2
OTTO SOGLOW 1.3, 6.2
EDWARD SOREL 4.4
ART SPIEGELMAN 15.6
WILLIAM STEIG 23.3
JAMES STEVENSON 14.1, 15.7, 23.2
RICHARD TAYLOR 2.2
BARNEY TOBEY 25.1
MIKE TWOHY 4.3, 25.2
BENOÎT VAN INNIS 31.3, 31.5
GAHAN WILSON 22.3
JACK ZIEGLER 8.1, 31.8
FOREWORD
JOHN UPDIKE
New York City is the capital of the American Christmas. The Puritan settlements to the north banned the holiday as Popish and pagan; and so it was, descended from the ancient Roman solstitial Saturnalia. But mercantile, diverse Nieuw Amsterdam—not just Dutch fur traders but French-speaking Protestant Walloons; arrivals from Ireland, Spain, Portugal, and Poland;
African slaves, twenty-three Sephardic Jews (as of 1654); a Danish sea-captain, Jonas Bronck, whose plantation, known as the Broncks, gave its name to a borough; and, in the alarmed words of Peter Stuyvesant’s adviser the Calvinist minister Johannes Megapolensis, “Papists, Mennonites, and Lutherans among the Dutch”—celebrated two separate winter occasions with gift-giving. St. Nicholas Day, on December 6th, involved Santa Claus and goodies left in good children’s wooden shoes; New Year’s Day was the traditional Dutch day for adult presents and ceremonial calls.
When the English took over, in 1664, they brought with them an Anglican toleration of customs frowned upon by the stricter Reformed churches. St. Nicholas survived the eighteenth century and by the early nineteenth his day had merged with the English Christmas. In 1823, a New Yorker, the Bible scholar Clement Clarke Moore (who also donated the land for the General Theological Seminary of the Episcopal Church), published the poem, beginning “ ’Twas the night before Christmas,” that gave Christmas its American mythos. The most famous American short story about the holiday, O. Henry’s “The Gift of the Magi,” was composed by an adopted New Yorker and concerns two humble, striving, big-hearted members of the city’s then population of four million; it appeared in the New York World in 1905, and in the author’s 1906 collection The Four Million. The best-known American Christmas movie, Miracle on 34th Street (1947), takes place in and around Macy’s, and was partly shot on location.
In the Yuletide season, which now begins before Halloween and extends through many a worried January review of consumer shopping performance, Manhattan becomes one big bauble—a towering mass of glowing boxes, a cascade of elaborate window displays, an island gaily tied with ribbons called, north-south, avenues and, east-west, streets. The Empire State Building glows red and green; St. Patrick’s Cathedral gazes toward Rockefeller Center’s giant Christmas tree while rubbing its left shoulder against Saks Fifth Avenue, one of the enduring venues of spectacular Christmas windows. Throughout America, Main Street has run to the suburbs and hidden in the malls, but New York still wears Christmas on its sleeve. Here Salvation Army bell-ringers still tend charity’s tripodded pot and chestnuts roast on street vendors’ grills. Here Santa Claus sports, behind his white beard, many a subarctic complexion.
So it is no wonder that The New Yorker, a publication devoted since 1925 to the gala spirit of its eponymous metropolis, has generously partaken, year after year, of Christmas cheer. The writer of this preface, when a boy, intimately associated the magazine with the season, since his list for Santa usually included one of the New Yorker cartoon anthologies that, in the early decades of the magazine’s existence, Doubleday and Random House and Simon & Schuster regularly offered book buyers. The glossy paper of these droll and sophisticated albums gathered sheen from the snow (or hopes of snow) outside the living-room windows; the scent of the fresh binding glue mingled with the resin of the family Christmas tree; the elegance of the drawings glittered like the paper star topping the tree. Those big slim volumes, either devoted to an individual cartoonist—Arno, Addams, Cobean, Robert Day, George Price, Carl Rose—or culled from a few years of the magazine’s run, endure on my shelves, sixty years later, as still-precious remembrances of otherwise irrecoverable Christmases past.
But the book in your hands contains more than cartoons. It samples The New Yorker’s breadth of offerings—covers, fiction, poetry, humor, reminiscence, Talk of the Town, even spot drawings and newsbreaks—as it basked in the Christmas glow from 1925 (Rea Irvin, showing a maharaja receiving an elaborately presented necktie) to 2002 (Roz Chast, showing Santa being nagged by his elves). The editors have sifted assiduously, retrieving the tiniest bright bit of tinsel along with paper chains, cranberry festoons, papier-mâché angels, and hand-painted glass balls the size of emu eggs. Here you will find James Thurber rewriting Clement Moore’s poem in the voice of Hemingway (1927); S. J. Perelman putting Santa’s workshop onstage in the manner of Clifford Odets (1936); William Cox redoing “The Gift of the Magi” for hippies (1967); Max Hill remembering a not totally unmerry Christmas in a Japanese prison (1942); and Alice Munro evoking, even more fondly, a season of girlhood spent gutting Christmas turkeys in Ontario (1980). Here are poems by Karl Shapiro and Phyllis McGinley, Adrienne Rich and Ogden Nash, James Dickey and Calvin Trillin and others, in mood reverent or ir-, in form rhymed or un-, in import pro-Christmas or anti-. “Greetings, Friends!,” of which four rollicking examples are included, is, of course, the annual seasonal salute, in rhymed couplets of festive breeziness, that The New Yorker has traditionally addressed to its friends and some celebrities of the day; the first was composed by Frank Sullivan in 1932 and his last in 1974; from 1976 until recently the custom has been carried on, in kindred metrics and jubilo, by Roger Angell.
Younger readers who know the opening paragraphs of The Talk of the Town, once called Notes and Comment, only as political editorials of a pondered weight, should be aware that this section began and long continued as a grab bag of humorous oddments, a short-winded gallimaufry of mild, resolutely apolitical jests and grimaces. It was, above all, E. B. White who broadened and deepened the department; no one has ever been better at infusing a light, even facetious tone with graver notes from the inner man and the larger world. His Notes and Comment of Christmas, 1944, is a wartime threnody; dozens of battles and thousands of deaths are wrapped into a central conceit, the conquered terrains of global war as Christmas presents to us, the American people. The Norman coast, Saipan, Guam, Leghorn, the Alban Hills, a forest south of Aachen, and many other hard-won territories come “not wrapped as gifts (there was no time to wrap them), but you will find them under the lighted tree with the other presents.”
The magazine’s covers ring the first chime and get our holiday juices flowing. Butlers, those anachronistic representatives of well-financed domestic order, figure in some of the most memorable—in 1940, Helen E. Hokinson’s servitor lends a dignified finger to his harried mistress’s ribbon-tying; that same December, Robert Day’s man, in white hair and muffler, smartly brings a blazing plum pudding to an English bomb shelter; eight years later, Peter Arno’s monumental old retainer ignites his plum-pudding brandy with a cigarette lighter. Santas—Santa being dressed by his valet, Santa punching a time clock, Santa sitting alone and rueful in a cafeteria or sitting sleek and dapper at a corporation desk where the Naughty stack towers above the Nice—recur, forming a jigsaw puzzle here and a dog’s uncomfortable costume there and, in a subway car, a veritable mob of masquerading misfits, caught red-suited by George Price’s scratchy pen. Curiously, this was Price’s only cover, though his raffish cartoons were legion; two other prolific artists, Ralph Barton and Edward Gorey, also seized the occasion of Christmas for their solo New Yorker covers. Whereas Charles Addams, both as cover artist and as cartoonist, couldn’t get enough of the holiday, unveiling a sinister side to it usually suppressed.
Suicides, notoriously, rise in the Christmas season; its call for rejoicing and universal good will stresses the human psyche in ways faithfully recorded by the seismograph of fiction. “Christmas is a kids’ gag,” one of John McNulty’s barflies tells another in a vignette of 1944. For the characters in Sally Benson’s “Spirit of Christmas” and Peter De Vries’s “Flesh and the Devil,” the holiday stirs up romantic sparks and marital awkwardness. For those in Emily Hahn’s “No Santa Claus” and Richard Ford’s “Crèche,” the celebrative muddle borders on the noir. Frank O’Connor’s “Christmas Morning” ends with this grim realization by the young hero: “I knew there was no Santa Claus flying over the rooftops with his reindeer and his red coat—there was only my mother trying to scrape together a few pence from the housekeeping money that my father gave her. I knew that he was mean and common and a drunkard, and that she had been relying on me to study and rescue her from the misery which threatened to engulf her.” With the writer’s inimitable hyperbole, John Cheever’s “Christmas Is a Sad Season for the Poor” proposes that the city’s lower echelons, beginning with ele
vator operators, are overwhelmed by a surfeit of gifts, rich and poor all “bound, one to another, in licentious benevolence.” Licentious benevolence!
Christmas light can be a cruel light. But in William Maxwell’s “Homecoming” and Vladimir Nabokov’s “Christmas” it shines in two death-scarred households, as an electrical connection is mended and an old cocoon gives birth. Ken Kesey and H. L. Mencken see a measure of cheer brought to Skid Row. In Patrick Chamoiseau’s Martinique, a cherished pig becomes gifts for many; in J. F. Powers’ Minnesota, a peripatetic priest finds “Christmas as it was celebrated nowadays still pretty much to his liking” and compares the season’s agile, hard-breathing merchants to the tumbler who performed acrobatics as an offering to Our Lady; in the Pennsylvania of John O’Hara and Linda Grace Hoyer, poetry and memory shed grace on a rather obligatory social whirl. To get through the year’s shortest, darkest days, we grasp at straws. The holiday offers little resistance to the secular; its hustle blends, in New York, with the all-year hustle. There is something in the Christmas story for everyone—the baby in the manger for innocents, the sheep and the oxen for animal lovers, Joseph for natural bystanders, the Magi for diversity and high fashion, the Star for astrophysicists. The whole panorama sprouted from rather few Biblical verses: the Virgin Birth and the wise men appear in Matthew, the Annunciation and the shepherds and angels and the manger in Luke. If crèches, haloes, and bended knees have been phased out of department-store windows, that still leaves Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Tiny Tim and sleigh riders from Knickerbocker days, with top hats and ermine muffs. The tree with pagan roots continues to accept grafts.
The prose and poetry and art assembled here range widely in setting and tone, but for this sentimental reader it kept coming home to an older, gentler, more credulous New York, a pre–Lever House city of brick and granite, a pre-television city that lived for parties, a city where a wreath on an apartment door and a tree in a brownstone window came and went as naturally as jonquils in the spring and yellow ginkgo leaves in the fall. The oldest poem here reports from 1926:
When bankers quote the Golden Rule,
And visitors enjoyment seek,
And lads and maids are home from school,
