I read New Yorker from cover to cover (except for the fiction). Whether reporting or reviewing, it's all great writing. And so, still from the latest edition, come two more.
The first, a review of a book on gossiping. It was the positives of gossip that most interested me, probably since any adult should, at least hopefully, understand the pitfalls and horrors of the negatives. How we gossip, who we gossip to and how we use that gossip matters. Over the years I have become ever more careful. It can be spiteful and harmful.
The second, on a new novel, Perfection, long listed for the Booker Prize, is probably a bit above me. Who knows if I'll read it; short on action, it might not be for me, but the analogy at the end is spot on. Decades ago I met someone who, only after our first night did I realize what a wonderful person and friend they would become. I've never forgotten that, and here was this to remind me of that.
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