Secrets of the Magus
June 25, 2026 at 04:30PMMark Singer, who died last week at the age of 75, found a superlative subject in Ricky Jay, a magician and conjuring scholar whose mission, Singer wrote, was “to reignite our collective sense of wonder.” The same could be said for Singer, whose decades of work for The New Yorker produced dozens of masterful profiles. More than thirty years after it was first published, this remains one of Singer’s finest: an astoundingly entertaining account of sleight-of-hand performances from magic’s most reverential and evasive practitioner.
He once had a summer job tending bar and doing magic at a place called the Royal Palm, in Ithaca, New York. On a bet, he accepted a mnemonic challenge from a group of friendly patrons. A numbered list of a hundred arbitrary objects was drawn up: No. 3 was “paintbrush,” No. 18 was “plush ottoman,” No. 25 was “roaring lion,” and so on. “Ricky! Sixty-five!” someone would demand, and he had ten seconds to respond correctly or lose a buck. He always won, and, to this day, still would. He is capable of leaving the house wearing his suit jacket but forgetting his pants. He can recite verbatim the rapid-fire spiel he delivered a quarter of a century ago, when he was briefly employed as a carnival barker: “See the magician; the fire ‘manipulator’; the girl with the yellow e-e-elastic tissue. See Adam and Eve, boy and girl, brother and sister, all in one, one of the world’s three living ‘morphrodites.’ And the e-e-electrode lady . . .” He can quote verse after verse of nineteenth-century Cockney rhyming slang. He says he cannot remember what age he was when his family moved from Brooklyn to the New Jersey suburbs. He cannot recall the year he entered college or the year he left. “If you ask me for specific dates, we’re in trouble,” he says.
from Longreads https://longreads.com/2026/06/25/ricky-jay-mark-singer-new-yorker/
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