Paul Rudnick, whose brilliant writing I have enjoyed in the past, has come up with a little masterpiece in this week’s New Yorker’s Shouts and Murmurs. He pushes all the right buttons in a scathing satire that is dead-on about a number of issues of a certain rarefied circle. In a previous generation, it is reminiscent of Stephen Sondheim”s “Ladies Who Lunch.” “WonderPlanet” is a hilarious, imaginative, yet disconcerting piece–lucie weissman

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