The kind of humour that you'd expect given that it's all drawn from the pages of the
New Yorker - literary, satirical, self-deflating, urban, strongly Jewish-flavoured (and short)...Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley, Woody Allen, Garrison Keillor, Steve Martin, George Saunders, David Sedaris, etc, including plenty of newer voices, most of whom I didn't know. Diverting, but only a handful of laugh-out-loud moments (McSweeney's humour, by contrast, regularly has me helpless with laughter) - which maybe comes with the territory, the humour tending much more towards the wry than the broad.