
THE DREAM
A fine suit made just for me. From the best fabrics. By the best tailor. Paired with the best bespoke shoes.
A suit that would make me feel at ease, while declaring to others, "Here is a man who feels at ease." A suit that would be appreciated by the world's most heartless maître d'. A suit that would see me through the immigration checkpoints of difficult countries. A suit that would convince readers that the man in the author photo has a sense of taste beyond the Brooklyn consensus of plaid shirt and pouf of graying hair.
The suit would serve as the perfect carapace for a personality overly dependent on anxious humor and jaundiced wit, a personality that I have been trying to develop since I saw my lightly mustached punim in the mirror as a pubescent boy and thought, How will I ever find love? The suit would transcend my physicality and bond with my personality directly. It would accompany me through the world's great salons, the occasional MSNBC appearance, and, most important, the well-compensated talks at far-flung universities. The suit would be nothing less than an extension of myself; it would be a valet preceding me into the room, announcing with a light continental accent, "Mr. Gary and his suit are here now." Finding this perfect suit, made by the most advanced tailor out of superlative fabric, would do nothing less than transform me.
THE BODY
Before there is a suit, there is a body, and the body is terrible.
ãã®èšäºã¯ The Atlantic ã® March 2025 çã«æ²èŒãããŠããŸãã
7 æ¥éã® Magzter GOLD ç¡æãã©ã€ã¢ã«ãéå§ããŠãäœåãã®å³éžããããã¬ãã¢ã ã¹ããŒãªãŒã9,000 以äžã®éèªãæ°èã«ã¢ã¯ã»ã¹ããŠãã ããã
ãã§ã«è³Œèªè ã§ã ?  ãµã€ã³ã€ã³
ãã®èšäºã¯ The Atlantic ã® March 2025 çã«æ²èŒãããŠããŸãã
7 æ¥éã® Magzter GOLD ç¡æãã©ã€ã¢ã«ãéå§ããŠãäœåãã®å³éžããããã¬ãã¢ã ã¹ããŒãªãŒã9,000 以äžã®éèªãæ°èã«ã¢ã¯ã»ã¹ããŠãã ããã
ãã§ã«è³Œèªè ã§ã? ãµã€ã³ã€ã³

When Robert Frost Was Bad
Before he became America's most famous poet, he wrote some real howlers.

ALL THE KING'S CENSORS
When bureaucrats ruled over British theater

CAPITULATION IS CONTAGIOUS
By killing a cartoon that lampooned its owner, The Washington Post set a dangerous precedent.

The Experimentalist
Ali Smith's novels scramble plotlines, upend characters, and flout chronologywhile telling propulsively readable stories.

The Moron Factory
April 20: Sometimes feel life stinks, everything bad/getting worse, everyone doomed.

The Warrior's Anti-War Novel
In All Quiet on the Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque invented modern war writing.

"I Am Still Mad to Write"
How a tragic accident helped Hanif Kureishi find his rebellious voice again

BEHOLD MY SUIT!
A LIFETIME OF FASHION MISERY COMES TO AN END.

WHY THE COVID DENIERS WON
Lessons from the pandemic and its aftermath

CAN EUROPE STOP ELON MUSK?
He and other tech oligarchs are making it impossible to conduct free and fair elections anywhere.