Dick, Ray Bradbury, Annie Proulx, and many other greats. Clarke, John Irving, Roald Dahl, Frank Herbert, Stephen King, Norman Mailer, Joyce Carol Oates, Philip K. Since its inception, Playboy has published work by Vladimir Nabokov, James Baldwin, Shirley Jackson, Nadine Gordimer, Doris Lessing, John Updike, John Cheever, P. Turner, who died in 2015 to rather less fanfare than Hefner is getting this week. The magazine has published some fantastic interviews, essays, and-most importantly for our purposes here-fiction over the years, the latter thanks in part to expert fiction editor Alice K. Hugh Hefner died this week at the age of 91, and if you didn’t already have an opinion about him, I’m sure you do now-there have already been countless remembrances and think-pieces, arguing variously for his virtues, his sins, his pajamas, and his impact on the American imagination. I’m not going to relitigate it all here, but suffice it to say that while Hefner was indeed a man who collected and commodified women and called it “feminism,” it doesn’t change the fact that the joke about reading Playboy for the articles isn’t really a joke.
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