http://www.nybooks.com/articles/1959
A 1995 review of a collection of Pauline Kael essays. The overall angle seems to be that neither the New Yorker nor Pauline Kael is as good as they are made out to be. (This is by Louis Menand, who now writes for the New Yorker (maybe he did then, too); he recycled his Auden/Agee anecdote in a recent review of Eats, Shoots & Leaves.)