May
26th
Mon
26th
A Riddle Wrapped In A Magazine Inside An Enigma
I decided to pick up the Times on my way home — I sort of wanted to see the magazine in the flesh, to thumb its old fashioned pages by candlelight.
I bought a copy of the paper at the corner store, but there was was no magazine in its gray voluminous folds.
Back at the store, the seller was apologetic — none of the other papers there contained magazines, either. We checked.
Walked to Broadway. The same procedure was repeated at two stores. No magazines. At a newsstand, none of their papers that day had been delivered with any glossy hint of Gould, bed, laptop cord.
Is this some kind of conspiracy? Did other people get copies? Is someone on the loose, dealing out stacks of Emily’s story at coffee houses and Condé Nast? What’s going on?
