The New Yorker

Although I’ve been subscribing to The New Yorker for years, it seems like for years there’s rarely been an article I want to read all the way through. I’m trying to remember the last one. Because there have been some. And it’s never a waste, they are always great.

I wish I could bring myself to read it more. I’m pretty sure I’d have a better understanding about Iraq, for instance.

There’s an inviting one in the current issue (about to become last week’s issue, though). The Lost City of Z: A Quest to uncover the secrets of the Amazon, by David Grann. Maybe I will do that today. Because I sure don’t feel like working. I’d go to a movie but I went to a movie yesterday, and I’m meeting some friends at the movies tonight.

UPDATE. The article was great, as was another about Harold Arlen. I’ve been curious about the guy who wrote the lovely, but melancholy melody to “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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