Whirlwind Gibbs

The pride of the 'New Yorker,' ripe for recovery.

BY Thomas Vinciguerra

December 15, 2008, Vol. 14, No. 13

Imagine a writer who, by his mid-thirties, had published more than a million words in the New Yorker. Imagine one who turned out trenchant fact pieces, cutting yet perceptive criticism, finely wrought short stories, and hilarious vignettes. Imagine him doing all that despite a loveless childhood, desperate alcoholism, and terrible depression.

Now imagine him almost completely forgotten.

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