When, in 1927, Dorothy Parker became a book critic for the New Yorker, she was already a legendary wit, a much-quoted member of the Algonquin Round Table, and an arbiter of literary taste. In the year that she spent as a weekly reviewer, under the rupic Constant Reader, she created what is still the most entertaining book column ever written. Parkers hot takes have lost none of their heat, whether shes taking aim at the evangelist Aimee Semple MacPherson, praising Hemingways latest collection, or dissenting from the Tao of Pooh.
