Two classic articles from recent editions of the New Yorker. First is Anthony Gottleib's wonderful history of the Wittgenstein family. It's a classic description of a family plagued by neurosis, depression and suicide which overshadowed the brilliance of many of its members.
The second is David Sedaris at his best, describing his interactions in the bar cars of the world's railways. Written in the conversational but darkly humorous style he has mastered, it is well worth the read. One of the things I miss most not being in the US is the New Yorker. While I subscribe fully to the theory that print journalism is on the decline, I think certain niche publications will awlays retain an audience. For me, while I read voraciously online from short blog posts to long feature articles, I'll go out of my way to get my hands on a hard copy of the New Yorker. There really is nothing like it.
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