In my nearly thirty years at The New Yorker, it seems to me there were approximately seven crises. The first was the reception of the Eichmann pieces. The second was a two- part piece, in the New York Magazine section of the Herald Tribune, by Tom Wolfe. Lillian Ross, who admired Tom Wolfe’s work, had written a piece for Talk of the Town. The piece, in a parody of Mr. Wolfe's style, was about a playground in Central Park; the main character was a young mother called Pam Muffin.
