Buckley was also keeping an eye on his ideological opposite. VV ArchiveĬonservative commentator William F. This spread is from the February, 22, 2012, issue, which featured an overview of Andy’s life and achievements 25 years after his death. In the ’60s you could judge a paper by who read it: Andy Warhol peruses the June 24, 1965, issue of the Voice. Warhol was actually reading the June 24, 1965, edition of the paper.) (When we printed the photo as a spread in the February 22, 2012, issue, we got the date wrong in the caption. In 1965, photographer Bob Adelman followed Andy Warhol around town, snapping the Pop maestro buying a Voice from an overflowing newsstand and later reading it on the fire escape of his Silver Factory. Once the Sixties shifted into high gear, the Voice was known as much by its readership as by its writers. Chill, drink, then put out several more editions.” For the Voice, they envisioned “a Martini with gin and dry vermouth, but make it seven to one.
In 1963, Esquire magazine came up with “All the News That’s Fit to Drink,” imagining potables for newspapers ranging from the Chicago Sun-Times to the Atlanta Constitution. “Bright” and “springy” were perhaps not the first notions that leapt to the minds of Voice readers back in its hometown. Where was a slick New York copyright lawyer when you needed one? In the 1960s and ’70s, singing groups also took notice, such as the “Village Voices,” 12 students from Utah State University who were “ready to share their bright, springy style with the soldiers stationed around the Caribbean.” By 1966, a women’s club’s newsletter in Cincinnati had also taken up the name. In 1957, a Sioux Falls, South Dakota, daily reported that a local trailer park had its own newspaper, The Village Voice. VV Archiveĭigging into numerous newspaper archives from before 1955 reveals no hits on the search term “Village Voice.” But later in the decade, its alliterative moniker, if not its ethos, could be found in America’s heartland. Nell Blaine photographed by Fred McDarrah from the April 14, 1966, Voice. Mailer’s first novel was almost 700 pages.”Ĭhicago-based Playboy couldn’t get enough of what it termed, in the late 1950s, “the unofficial organ of Greenwich Village,” noting with approval that it was read by “the beatnik set.” And although he wasn’t yet on the masthead, by early 1960 McDarrah was placing ads in the Voice for his venture capitalizing on the county’s alternating fascination with and revulsion at a nascent counterculture: His “Rent Genuine Beatniks” service promised “Badly Groomed But Brilliant” raconteurs of either sex. Typically pugnacious, Mailer’s byline first appeared in 1956, in “QUICKLY-a column for slow readers.” A writer at the New York Daily News drolly responded, “In his new column in the Village Voice, Norman Mailer calls Hemingway a ‘windy’ writer. Indeed, the Voice would begin a dialogue with America that has never abated. Three World War II vets bankrolled it-novelist Norman Mailer, psychotherapist Ed Fancher, and a struggling writer named Dan Wolf, who divined the zeitgeist of the Eisenhower years in a phrase that still resonates today: “The vulgarities of McCarthyism had withered the possibilities of a true dialogue between people.” There might not be a lot of profit in this new venture, but it was going to be adventurous, original, soaring-when not guttural-and the province of highly dedicated, skilled, innovative, and provocative practitioners. This new tabloid would certainly have its odd aspects, but it would ultimately be more like another great American creation: jazz.
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McDarrah, NY, NY.”Įven then, Playboy-that pioneering arbiter of all things sybaritic-had a penchant for pulling the pipe out of its editorial “we” mouth to deliver a bit of snark: “Didn’t know there were that many odd magazines being published, Fred.” But what neither slick publication nor hopeful writer knew then was that a sui generis newspaper was coalescing from the free spirits of Greenwich Village. In January of 1955, before this paper even existed, one of its most prominent future contributors wrote a letter to a one-year-old men’s magazine: “As a writer, I peruse some fifty odd magazines each month and Playboy is one of the finest.
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