This morning I finally got started reading last week’s issue of The New Yorker.
If you’re only one week behind on your reading, count your blessings. I have unread copies of The New Yorker, The New York Review Of Books and The Progressive which go back months — or years. You don’t even want to know about the books, most of which are stored in boxes and an e-reader.
Note: The home organizer mentality is not completely absent. Instead of a regular bed, a futon is positioned on top of several large boxes of books. This isn’t recommended for everyone, but it’s an idea.
I refuse to let magazine subscriptions expire because the thought of missing something scares me. We miss a lot when we can’t find enough time for reading, though, and if reading material keeps accumulating in our homes we risk turning into hoarders.
Periodically, I sift through magazines, books and other things, and part with some of them to restore space in the apartment. Today a few old tee shirts which are still in excellent condition will be dropped off at a thrift store, and the worn out ones will go into a textiles recycling bin. Yesterday, some books were donated.
Please wait while I get back on-topic. This post was meant to be about David Remnick’s New Yorker essay on Donald Trump’s dubious appeal, but it wandered to something else as soon as I started typing. I’ve been told hoarders do that. It’s part of the fear of missing something.
Mr. Remnick’s Talk Of The Town piece from last week begins the way a lot of moderate/liberal opinions on Trump open. However, if you’re patient enough and keep reading, you’ll see he’s bringing up important points that we don’t hear often enough.
Here’s a link to the essay: