The Print Edition of the New Yorker Dreams

This morning, I woke up to a text from a friend, “In this week’s print edition of The New Yorker!” To see my book reviewed in the print magazine brings back memories of my brother and I fighting over The New Yorker. As children of back-to-the-land parents, we grew up without a TV and liked to compete by reading things fast. Our rivalry was a reading rivalry.

I love print magazines as I love letters, as I love carving words into the dry Arkansas soil with a stick.

Write a letter to someone you love,

Alice