The New Yorker arrives in my mailbox every week, and I'm pretty much always toting around one or more issues. I like it most of the time, but every now and then I'm reminded that it's kind of ridiculous. In an article about On the Road in the Oct 1 issue, the writer says of Neal Cassidy (the inspiration for a character in the book): "He is the Lou Andreas-Salomé, the Alma Mahler Gropius Werfel, of postwar American culture."
The what? Does anyone (without the help of google) have any idea who either of those people are?