We are all sick in the Turtleneck Season household and so À la carte comes a day late. The sick baby is napping and I want to be napping, but alas, I suffer from the affliction perfectly captured by
in this week’s New Yorker:This is not to suggest that a list of already well-worn recommendations is a milestone of human creativity. Hardly! It seems ever…
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