Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. Carol Shields Republic of Love

The Stack of a Periodic Reader

It’s not this bad.

I haven’t subscribed to “The New Yorker” for a year now.

It’s not that bad.

But maybe it’s close.

63 magazines.

When I actually started reading them at the beginning of June, I was rightly chuffed.

Beginning with the most recent issues, I was reading backwards, and I read three the [...]