Thursday, July 22, 2004

Something else I hate to have to admit I don't want magazines to challenge me. I like to think that there's a better, more intellectual self lurking deep within that wants to read the New York Review of Books cover-to-cover. Granta, too, and maybe a new literary journal, like, say Tin House. But when I get subscriptions to all of these things (most thanks to my most important subscription, Salon Premium,) they sit forlornly all over my damn house, mostly, dare I confess it, unread. Then I go to Borders and buy Real Simple, O, and Vogue Knitting. The shame. 2:42:19 PM     comment [] trackback []