A collection of Spy magazine--Spy: The Funny Years--is out. It would make a good Christmas gift but I won't buy it. That's because I still have the original issues from when I subscribed.
During its short reign in the late 80s, Spy was the funniest, smartest, nastiest magazine around. It took on the powerful--socialites, celebrities, politicians--in ways that probably still make them wince today.
In Christopher Buckley's New York Times' review, he notes how intensely the magazine was edited. I can attest to this.
See, back in those days, I wrote a lot of letters to magazines and newspapers. Yes, I was a crank. Now I'm just a blogger. Anyway, Spy was the only place that actually had someone call me to discuss the letter and explain what it meant before they published it. (It was in defense of mimes, but that's another story.) I liked the magazine already, but that impressed me.