one for the luddites: long live the print issue

what your indie mag affliction says about your sartorial self

Today we’re starting with a book club controversy (oh, the drama). There’s an eternal divide in mine: do you listen or do you read? The majority listen, but a few stalwarts (me included) insist on buying the actual book. Each path is its own experience. For those of us who read, we miss out on the fiery debate about the narrator’s voice: was it additive? British? The author’s voice or an A-List celebrity who would like us to know she too reads? I don’t have much of a choice in these crosshairs. If I listen, my mind wanders. I have to place myself solely in custody of the book in order to wean out the minutiae of my brain.

Each decade, there is a moment when reading becomes zeitgeisty again. Libraries are being hailed as a chic “new” interior design trend. Celebrity book clubs have been hot for some time (Reese. Kendall. Emma. Kaia. Aside: Somehow always started by women? Does Harrison Ford have a book club I don’t know about?) AD did a story on how to achieve bookshelf wealth. And a ho…