It's like some kind of content-based horror movie
On Sunday, I read and cleared some bookmarks. Among them was Updike's Ted Williams story. An hour later, I come across the story on the Danimal's blog. I commented there, and he e-mailed me back. He mentioned David Foster Wallace's NYT Roger Federer essay. And what old bookmark had I read right after Updike? The Federer essay.
This was weird. But then I flew to California yesterday, and without e-mail during the flight and the rest of the day, I brought with me a bunch of old magazines I wanted to get off my coffee table. Among them was the October issue of Portfolio, and the only story I read end-to-end was Michael Lewis' story about living with his family in a New Orleans mansion. And what did the Danimal blog about yesterday?
March 11th, 2009 at 11:21 AM
[...] I've come across three long magazine Iceland-in-trouble stories in the past three days, and Michael Lewis' Vanity Fair "Wall Street on the Tundra" is far-and-away (like Iceland) my favorite. The Portfolio and New Yorker stories are good but not great. Between Iceland and his Battier analysis, it's been a busy winter outside the mansion. [...]