After a 1-0 thriller at Yankee Stadium yesterday, and then a tour of Astoria last night, it's a calm and lovely day ahead, with only
the specter of the demise of book publishing to instill a sense of dread. But even if book publishing is on its last legs, at least there's still
George Saunders writing about Sarah Palin to make it all bearable. And
Esquire has put up the
latest literary list that I had to click all the way through even though it's a slideshow full of ads.
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