At the San Francisco Chronicle, Paul Wilner reviews the first volume of the new collected Paris Review interviews:
In 1956, Dorothy Parker regales her interlocutor with tales of her days at Vogue: "I wrote captions. 'This little pink dress will win you a beau.' That kind of thing, Funny, they were plain women working at Vogue, not chic. ... They wore funny little bonnets and in the pages of their magazine they virginized the models from tough babes into exquisite little loves. Now the editors are what they should be: all chic and worldly; most of the models are out of the mind of a Bram Stoker, and as for the caption writers -- my old job -- they're recommending mink covers at seventy-five dollars apiece for the wooden ends of golf clubs -- 'for the friend who has everything.' Civilization is coming to an end, you understand."