Straight from this week’s New York Magazine, a guide to what your literary journal says about you —
- The Paris Review – You wear blazers with only a dash of irony and lament the deplorable state of modern cocktail parties. You consider T.C. Boyle a hip young writer
- The Believer and McSweeney’s – You balance your hipster wit with do-gooder earnestness. You thought Colbert kicked ass at the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner.
- n+1 – You think McSweeney’s writers are lightweights. You take pride in perfecting your intellectualized rants—cell phones and exercise as talismans of cultural decline, etc.
- Granta – You studied abroad in Britain, and you still won’t shut up about it. Graham Greene is your idol, and you use words like reportage.