Indeed, the Voice would begin a dialogue with America that has never abated. Three World War II vets bankrolled it-novelist Norman Mailer, psychotherapist Ed Fancher, and a struggling writer named Dan Wolf, who divined the zeitgeist of the Eisenhower years in a phrase that still resonates today: “The vulgarities of McCarthyism had withered the possibilities of a true dialogue between people.” There might not be a lot of profit in this new venture, but it was going to be adventurous, original, soaring-when not guttural-and the province of highly dedicated, skilled, innovative, and provocative practitioners. This new tabloid would certainly have its odd aspects, but it would ultimately be more like another great American creation: jazz.
THE VOICE RETURNS VERY VILLAGE VOICEY FREE
McDarrah, NY, NY.”Įven then, Playboy-that pioneering arbiter of all things sybaritic-had a penchant for pulling the pipe out of its editorial “we” mouth to deliver a bit of snark: “Didn’t know there were that many odd magazines being published, Fred.” But what neither slick publication nor hopeful writer knew then was that a sui generis newspaper was coalescing from the free spirits of Greenwich Village. In January of 1955, before this paper even existed, one of its most prominent future contributors wrote a letter to a one-year-old men’s magazine: “As a writer, I peruse some fifty odd magazines each month and Playboy is one of the finest.
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