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Literary gadfly, Algonquin round table habitué, lover of carefully composed ethanol-based intoxicants, and a fixture at The New Yorker for many years, Dorothy Parker had been hired away from Vanity Fair by the legendary Harold Ross and continued to earn her reputation for barbed wit for the rest of her life, both there and in Hollywood, where she achieved success as a screenwriter. (Parker herself used to denigrate her own reputation as a wit, calling herself a mere “wisecracker.”) It’s perhaps less known that she was also an early and ardent supporter of the civil rights movement (she was blackballed by HUAC) and, finding herself towards the end of her life with a reasonable estate and strong commitment to the cause, she left everything – to his considerable surprise – to Martin Luther King. She had insisted on cremation, but after King’s assassination, her ashes went unclaimed for several years, before beginning a journey as involved and improbable as her life had been. The New Yorker (who else) has the story.
– Jack Forster, Editor-in-Chief