It wasn't any one [
New Yorker] writer or article he was worried
about, but the font. The meaning embedded, at a preconscious level, by
the look of the magazine; the seal, as he described it, that the
typography and layout put on dialectical thought.... [T]o read
The
New Yorker was to find that you always already agreed, not with
The New Yorker but, much more dismayingly, with yourself.
The New Yorker's font was controlling, perhaps assailing, Perkus
Tooth's mind. To defend himself he frequently retyped their articles
and printed them out in simple Courier, an attempt to dissolve the
magazine's oppressive context.
-- Jonathan Lethem. Chronic City [novel, 2009],
Chapter One.