Rogue patrick radden keefe

There are, however, three exceptions to this ritual: the fiction issues get devoured, cover-to-cover (though they may have to wait for vacation). It’s the curse of the New Yorker, something about good intentions. To be clear, I subscribe to the New Yorker I have done for years.Īnd the arrival of each new issue is the beginning of a multi-part ritual: scan the table of contents, whisper “Oh, I’ll have to read that,” put the new issue on the coffee table, and, three to five days later, move it to the stack of older issues in the basket beside the couch, where it languishes forgotten, creating a stratified fossil portrait of the year’s progress.Īdmit it: you do very much the same. Normally I would feel a bit awkward about making a confession like this, but I have a feeling I’m not alone: I don’t actually read the New Yorker magazine.