That it may be. The problem is, Adler never really bothers to prove anything she says. She just asserts and asserts. How could anyone so assured be wrong? But already characters in her narrative, notably Gottlieb, are fiercely contradicting her account—from her dates and spelling to firings and fights that never happened. (To understand why people once cared about The New Yorker, see Ben Yagoda’s forthcoming “About Town,” a lively history of the 75-year-old magazine, or consult two new anthologies compiled by Remnick: “Life Stories” and “Wonderful Town.”) Even minus the contradictions, there’s something unbelievable—and repellent—about Adler’s tirade. Pious, pompous and creepy pretty well sums it up.