[zemvpferreira]

I could never get into the New Yorker. It has always felt to me like every piece is deliberately drawn out. They take you to the precipice of something interesting only to pull back into an origin story, over and over again. I think it's the opposite of good writing: bloated, conceited, style over substance. It's not even meandering, it's just teasing. I'm sure it earned its place at the table long ago but the only part of it I can enjoy are the cartoons.

My biggest reading pleasure used to be the LRB but it was infected with the politics virus years ago. It used to be a place to learn minutiae through wonderful language and now it feels mostly like virtue signalling. I don't know where the best writing is these days but it sure as shit doesn't feel like it's in major print.