There’ve been lots of articles written about me over the years, none worse than last season’s profile in The New Yorker. The guy who wrote it went out of his way to make me look bad, so when my family learned six months ago that the magazine was planning to publish a much bigger story about us and our book store, we were all a bit nervous. Fast-forward to the present. The new story is out, and let’s just say the magazine redeemed itself (and then some). I hope you’ll read the entire article, but if your time is limited and you just want to check out the part about me, scroll all the way to the bottom and look for the portion highlighted in pink. Here are the first two of 12 pages:
In the photo above (which, as the caption says, was taken in the 1980s), that’s my mom on the left of the center fold. The other four people are my aunts and grandparents.
Here are pages 3-4:
Here are pages 5-6:
Here are pages 7-8:
Here are pages 9-10:
Here’s the part about me on pages 11-12:
Huge thanks to The New Yorker and to writer Janet Malcolm for the positive coverage.