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I know I’ve written a lot about subscribing to the New Yorker. I have a love/hate relationship with it. It’s relentless. It comes every week. And it’s an undertaking to read.
My system is to read it as soon as possible when it arrives. If I’m not interested in an article, I skip. If I’m semi-interested I read parts and skim parts. If it’s good, I read it. You can’t save it for later. You can’t let them stack up.
A number of years ago, someone started a weekly newsletter that did a sort of review of the issue. They would tell you which articles not to miss and which articles to skip without guilt. The newsletter disappeared.
Until, fairly recently someone different started the same basic deal. I immediately subscribed. Except that those newsletters were weighty, too. And that person seemed to feel that since there were paying subscribers, more content needed to be produced so there was a secondary newsletter or something with the cartoons? I can’t remember.
What I do remember is realizing that now the newsletter felt like a chore, too. [Oh me and how my head works.]
Anyway, I unsubscribed but somehow they reset or something and now I’m getting it again.
