And I knew quite a lot of them from editing at Harper’s. Barbara and I went around to the publishing houses selling ads, and Jason was right — they all took a page. We started out with a round of money-raising in 1963. Between the first of January and the end of February we found a printer. We put in a note that said, anybody who wants us to go on should send us a letter. You sent Mary McCarthy to Saigon in 1967. Hersey’s dullness is not easily accounted for.” Susan Sontag writes in her piece, “The bigots, the hysterics, the destroyers of the self — these are the writers who bear witness to the fearful polite time in which we live.” You don’t find this kind of writing in The New York Times Book Review — then, or now. He had done them all on Monday morning, he told me. He was immensely sensitive to the smallest details — people’s shoulders, their feet, their elbows. But we took it as our task to make that cheap newsprint look elegant and attractive. If we had chosen slick paper and a New Yorker sort of form, it would been at least twice or three times as expensive. We all developed deep doubts about this war in a small country that had a history of revolt against colonialism. Did you think you could do this for 50 years? Of those advertisers, a great many are serious publishers, and of those serious publishers, a great many are university presses. Jason and I knew that, if we started a plausible book review, then all the publishers would simply have to take a page. We asked the writers we admired the most in the world to write reviews of the books of the winter, for no money, due in three weeks, to show what a new book review could be. He’s a marvelous writer and he has just the kind of mind we admire — and beseech to write for us. The one I remember best is LBJ pointing at his scar in the shape of Vietnam. From then on the circulation rose. Jon Wiener interviewed him for the Los Angeles Review of Books in 2013, on the 50th anniversary of the founding of the NYRB. I understand that The New York Review has always made a profit. David Levine had contributed small pictures to Esquire that we thought were brilliant. That’s true. Issue number one of the The New York Review of Books, dated February 1, 1963, had an amazing lineup of reviewers: Norman Mailer, William Styron, Robert Lowell, Robert Penn Warren, W. We got over a thousand letters. Even today. Can you share your secret with The Nation, The New Republic, and Harpers — not to mention The New York Times and the Los Angeles Times? That is amazing. H. We miss him terribly. So there’s a combination of factors here: loyal subscribers and loyal advertisers have carried us through. Is that true? We said “great.” In her piece, she gave a picture of the Americanization of Saigon, of how the very culture of the place was being transformed. We never have found anyone quite like him. And one-third of the paper is advertising. Eighty percent of our subscribers renew every year. When we started in 1963, the Vietnam War was hardly visible. People at the time agreed but said you’ll never get the money, because you won’t get the advertising. I opened my copy randomly to pages 22 and 23: the reviewers there are Susan Sontag, Gore Vidal, and Alfred Kazin. You needed writers — but there was also the business side. Auden was a friend of Jason’s. ¤
Jon Wiener is a regular contributor to LARB and serves on its board of directors. His death was a great sadness for us. Out came the issue. ¤
JON WIENER: When you started, did you have a time frame in mind? Some of those audiences are big enough to make a best seller. David Levine’s caricatures were a crucial part of the The New York Review for decades. They had to show their authors that they were publishing books. [Laughs.] What happened was this: there was a great newspaper strike in New York in the autumn of 1962, and my friend Jason Epstein, an editor at Random House, had the inspiration — which he imparted to the poet Robert Lowell and his wife Elizabeth Hardwick — that this was the one time in history that you could start a book review without a penny, since all the publishing houses had no place to advertise their new books. [Laughs.] Of course you’re not spending every minute at it, around the clock. By 1966 we were in the black. Gore Vidal wrote lots of novels, but most people think it’s the essays he wrote, mostly for you, that will be remembered as his best work — for example that one in 1973 where he wrote about every book on the The New York Times fiction best seller list. During the ’60s, The New York Review was a strong voice of opposition to the Vietnam War. I asked Jason’s wife, Barbara Epstein, to join me as co-editor, and she knew a good many people. No New York Times Book Review. In the magazine business, that is big. No one else had been sensitive to that. In 1959, I had published, at Harper’s magazine, where I was an editor, an article by Elizabeth Hardwick, a great writer and particularly cutting in what she wrote. He had great fun with it. He was 87 and had edited the Review for 54 years. When we started the Review, we had to do everything as cheaply as possible. How do you edit all of them? We started out at 40,000. He was able to find character in these details. We would send him pieces every week on Thursday or Friday. One night we were together with Elizabeth and Robert Lowell, and we thought, “Mary would be the person to send to Saigon.” I sent her a telegram that night, she replied yes, she would go next week, but she had a bad back and would need a first class ticket. Most of the people we approached had read Lizzie’s piece, or had sensed the need. Right from the start of issue one we find the kind of passion and character you referred to. But these dark clouds of history come at you. Susan had a great affinity with her, a great understanding of her. How did you do this? David combined acute political commentary with a certain kind of joke about the person. When we got to 50,000, we couldn’t believe it. With those letters in hand, it was not difficult to raise money. Auden. And David Levine’s Nixons — I read he drew Nixon for you something like 50 or 60 times. He was an immensely gifted man. Gore Vidal in his piece calls John Hersey’s new book “baffling.” He says “Mr. MARCH 22, 2017
Robert Silvers, the founding editor of the New York Review of Books, died on Monday, March 20, 2017. After a few years we were expanding and moving to a bigger office, so we had a second round of money-raising in 1965. She made it clear that something else was needed. Monday he would come in with three drawings. So we chose the cheapest kind of newsprint, and tabloid form. She said that, at the present time in book reviewing in America, there was a vogue for the light little article, but there was a heaviness, a mediocrity, and a lack of passion, character and eccentricity, a lack of literary tone itself. He found a kind of secret to the best seller list: it is really a compendium of very different readerships with very different interests — people who want generational novels, people who want science fiction novels, people who want books about passion, sex, and love. One of the most valuable and sharp is David Cole. [And LARB— Eds.]
It’s not quite true. I must tell you that, in the course our lives, new writers emerge, and they become part of our team. H. Your idea was not simply to fill the hole created by the newspaper strike — you had more ambitious goals. Now we’re around 149,000, and about 10 percent of that is e-subscriptions. So did Cal [Robert] and Elizabeth Lowell. He agreed to draw for us. We needed therefore someone who would be a brilliant caricaturist. And so between the four of us we knew some marvelous writers. Susan was a brilliant and intense person and she was writing on Simone Weil, who was herself a brilliant and intense — and suicidal — person. ROBERT SILVERS: No. David Cole, the Georgetown law professor who writes for you about civil liberties and drones and Gitmo, told me he thinks you edit every single piece that appears in the magazine. I had known Susan for years, Barbara was a friend of Gore, Alfred Kazin had written for me at Harper’s, W. I’m not able to read every single piece in the magazine.