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Feb. 23rd, 2005
Rest in Peace, Miss Gould
Feb. 23rd, 2005 09:56 amLink to New Yorker article
Miss Gould, as she was known to everyone at the magazine, died last week, at the age of eighty-seven. She worked here for fifty-four years, most of them as its Grammarian (a title invented for her), and she earned the affection and gratitude of generations of writers. She shaped the language of the magazine, always striving for a kind of Euclidean clarity--transparent, precise, muscular. It was an ideal that seemed to have not only syntactical but moral dimensions.
Beyond a trip through the place when I was very young, I have never been to New York, but my fantasy New York, the one in my head, the one created by books and movies, is populated by people like Miss Gould.
She sounds like a real cool character.
Miss Gould, as she was known to everyone at the magazine, died last week, at the age of eighty-seven. She worked here for fifty-four years, most of them as its Grammarian (a title invented for her), and she earned the affection and gratitude of generations of writers. She shaped the language of the magazine, always striving for a kind of Euclidean clarity--transparent, precise, muscular. It was an ideal that seemed to have not only syntactical but moral dimensions.
Beyond a trip through the place when I was very young, I have never been to New York, but my fantasy New York, the one in my head, the one created by books and movies, is populated by people like Miss Gould.
She sounds like a real cool character.
Rest in Peace, Miss Gould
Feb. 23rd, 2005 09:56 amLink to New Yorker article
Miss Gould, as she was known to everyone at the magazine, died last week, at the age of eighty-seven. She worked here for fifty-four years, most of them as its Grammarian (a title invented for her), and she earned the affection and gratitude of generations of writers. She shaped the language of the magazine, always striving for a kind of Euclidean clarity--transparent, precise, muscular. It was an ideal that seemed to have not only syntactical but moral dimensions.
Beyond a trip through the place when I was very young, I have never been to New York, but my fantasy New York, the one in my head, the one created by books and movies, is populated by people like Miss Gould.
She sounds like a real cool character.
Miss Gould, as she was known to everyone at the magazine, died last week, at the age of eighty-seven. She worked here for fifty-four years, most of them as its Grammarian (a title invented for her), and she earned the affection and gratitude of generations of writers. She shaped the language of the magazine, always striving for a kind of Euclidean clarity--transparent, precise, muscular. It was an ideal that seemed to have not only syntactical but moral dimensions.
Beyond a trip through the place when I was very young, I have never been to New York, but my fantasy New York, the one in my head, the one created by books and movies, is populated by people like Miss Gould.
She sounds like a real cool character.