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Welcome to Michael and us, I'm Will Sloan, here as always with

Luke Savage, hello everyone.

I'd like to open by sharing a bit of writing from a writer that

I've grown fond of lately, a mostly forgotten writer who peaked in the 30s as an editor for

Vanity Fair. Her name is Helen Lawrenceon. And I feel like she's someone, you know, her writing

is quite good. And I feel like she's someone who ought to have a reputation comparable to, you know, Dorothy Parker or Fran Liebelwitz nowadays, that kind of reputation.

I think, well, there are two reasons possibly why she doesn't have that reputation.

One is just because magazine writers in general, it's an ephemeral status to have.

Not many endure. And the other one is because her most famous article has a fairly racist title,

I'm sorry to say. I guess it went the 1935 version of viral. It was called Why the Latins

are lousy lovers. I'm sorry to have to tell you folks

that. And in fact, it was so famous that in the 60s when she published a compilation of her

essays, the title of it was called Latins are still lousy lovers. So I'm just saying if there's a

New York review of books editor out there who wants to like

commission a new collection of her work in one of those handsome little paperbacks with an

introduction by some great contemporary writer, get me to do the introduction and then we'll give

it a title that's not racist. And we maybe won't include that once famous essay. And I'm sure we'll

sell a bunch of copies. Anyway, there's an article in this book that she wrote in the 1960s reflecting

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