Normally I would feel a bit awkward about making a confession like this, but I have a feeling I’m not alone: I don’t actually read the New Yorker magazine. To be clear, I subscribe to the New Yorker; I have done for years. It’s the curse of the New Yorker, something about good intentions. A new piece from Patrick Radden Keefe? Perhaps Keefe’s foremost gift as a writer is this comfort with ambiguity, the uneasy reminder that nothing is ever black and white.

Source: thestar June 28, 2022 19:03 UTC