The Quintessential New Yorker Piece on Ol' Dirty Bastard
It's got everything an archetypal New Yorker piece should have: it's conceptual, tangentially about what it isn't really about, and detachedly bemused by current cultural phenomena, as though a genteel, monocled gentleman had been asleep in a cave for a century or so and, upon waking, lurched out cheerfully to write about this "I say, what a curious turn of affairs" world around him.
