Here’s something interesting, I think.
In my vagabonding around the Internet today, I came across the New York Review Of Magazines. Who knew? Who would have thought people like Victor Navasky would bankroll a project that would lavish love on what is supposed to be a dying medium? But rumors of print’s death are greatly exaggerated, and extremely annoying too.
Here they are reviewing Modern Drunkard magazine which, yes, is a literary journal devoted to all things Bacchic and boozy.
Go explore NYRM yourself.
