Fiction, poetry and essays chosen by people who argue about semicolons at dinner. Forty-nine years, no shareholders, one rule: if it bores us, it burns us.
Every book opens. Yes, really — click one.
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One title from the list, wrapped in paper, with a letter from the editor explaining exactly why we fought about it. Cancel whenever — the guilt is complimentary.
We read everything. Slowly, with pencils. Give us the opening sentence and the truth — we can smell a synopsis written by committee.