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I'm not an New Yorker, and not even American, but the late S J Perelman can still cause me to laugh out loud. His description of a meal in a Malayan hotel just after WW2 still produces belly laughs, and I can't read it out loud to an audience without me-and all of us-breaking up.
His Cloudland Revisited series of items - hilarious middle-aged reunions with sensational books that thrilled him in his teens - ought to go down well here, as the books themselves are nearly all on this site, and you can read them and see for yourself.
Tarzan of the Apes, by ERB : Rockabye Viscount in the Treetop.
Graustark, by George Barr McCutcheon: How Ruritanian Can You Get?
Three Weeks, by Elinor Glyn: Tuberoses and Tigers.
The Mystery of Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: Why, Doctor, What big green eyes you have.
The Sheik, by E M Hull: Into Your Tent I'll Creep.
Black Oxen, by Gertrude Atherton: Lady, Play Your Endocrines.
Relenishing Jessica, by Maxwell Bodehmeim: Great Aches from little Boudoirs Grow.
and a few more from that period.
He also had fun with Spicy Detective, Captain Future and several other pulp magazines, and spoofed Raymond Chandler private eye stories(he knew Chandler).
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