Topic of the morning: I am pondering whether I should subscribe to The New Yorker. Along with my monthly issue of Vanity Fair I get at the office, today I received a special New Yorker subscription offer for $39.95 for a whole year. That is just $0.85 per issue, in case you were wondering.
Every year, I determine to feed my mind with good fiction and fling off my literary fetters. (My book club went on hiatus this summer and I have struggled mightily to finish even a single book.)
The problem is, once you pay for a magazine, you feel obligated and pressured to read it. Subscribing to such a dense magazine feels like a commitment I’m not sure I’m ready for. Especially since I am getting married. Can I commit to new husband and weekly slabs of reading material? At what point would I sit down with the magazine? How would I find any time to even open the cover?
I just love reading the New Yorker cover to cover on the airplane. Maybe I need to take more flights.
Subscribe to the magazine and share it with your husband. The conversations that the articles will provoke, between the two of you, will be priceless.
I used to do exactly the same thing. I only bought The New Yorker when I flew. What’s up with that? Anyway, take the magazine if it feeds your soul, literary or otherwise. Your husband will appreciate it! — Chuck
It is very rare that I pick up a magazine… most reading of that nature is now done online with me. I have a friend who is committing to 30 pages a day so he can read through more books in a year. Sounds doable to me.