The Electric Typewriter
Great articles and essays by the world's best journalists and writers.21st Dec
by Jennifer Egan
The city is full of people we can’t reach. We pass them on sidewalks, sit across from them in the subway and in restaurants; we glimpse their lighted windows from our own lighted windows late at night…
13th Oct
by Jennifer Egan
I remember her picture: somber, willowy, standing on a bathroom scale, her shoulder blades jutting out like wings. I looked at her and felt my whole being compress into a single strand of longing. I wanted that. Anorexia.
