Posts tagged Nora Ephron
There were no mail boys at Newsweek, only mail girls. If you were a college graduate (like me) who had worked on your college newspaper (like me) and you were a girl (like me), they hired you as a mail girl. If you were a boy (unlike me) with exactly the same qualifications, they hired you as a reporter and sent you to a bureau somewhere in America. This was unjust but it was 1962, so it was the way things were.
Nora Ephron, I Remember Nothing

Remembering Nora Ephron as Our Dorothy Parker, but More

Nora was both hedgehog and fox. She knew a great deal about a great many things, and she delighted in sharing what she knew. A number of years ago, I was taking a trip to Rome, and she generously availed me of her guide to its enchantments, a small pamphlet she’d composed that included a thumbnail sketch of every terrific restaurant, of every amusing thing to do, of the right place to get a haircut or a manicure, all springily written and completely true. Nora prided herself in knowing how to do things, where to get them, what was good and in what way it was good. Think of the moments in her essays, her novels, and her movies when she addresses the fact of food. No one has ever written about food with more pleasure or more pleasurably—or more infectiously. You wanted to eat the thing she was kvelling about, right then and there, even before the next sentence.

Screenwriter and friend Stephen Schiff salutes Nora Ephron’s wonderful films, impeccable taste, and versatile strength to the end.

I worry (as someone who was an adult in the 1960s) that young people will see The Playboy Club and think that this is what life was like back then and that Hefner, as he also says in his weird, creepy voice-over, was in fact “changing the world, one Bunny at a time.”

So I would like to say this:

1. Trust me, no one wanted to be a Bunny.

2. A Bunny’s life was essentially that of an underpaid waitress forced to wear a tight costume.

3. Playboy did not change the world.

Nora Ephron, in this week’s Newsweek, on the premiere of NBC’s The Playboy Club.
When I embraced blogging, it was called “blogging,” and now only moments have passed and now it’s called “posting.” I tried very, very hard to sort of stay with it. But in the last couple of years I’ve been completely defeated by things like Twitter. I think Twitter was put on the earth to make people like me basically understand that there’s just so far you can go with being up to date, and then you hit a wall.
Nora Ephron talks Twitter, divorce, journalism—and her growing forgetfulness. Her new book, I Remember Nothing, is out today.