New Yorker, I found, is always obtuse, long-winded prose that fill up 14 pages where the whole thing can be, if it was written like a normal article, summarized in no more than 3 pages. It is prose porn for writers and readers alike.

If I want good prose, I read the the Cabinet Magazine which is far superior in writing, curtness and straightforwardness while not affecting the charming and poetical aspects of writing.

Furthermore, New Yorker has inappropriate political and social undertones that is very offputting - they don't belong here and but its beat into place. Any informed reader would see through it. If you enjoy that sort of a thing, great but it's not my thing even if I agree with the underlying message.