Between 1918 and 1928, Alexander Vasilievich Chayanov (1888-1937) wrote and published (at his own expense) five short Gothic-fantastic tales in separate volumes with print runs of no more than 300 copies, mostly under the whimsical pseudonym “Botanist X.” In his lifetime and until the 1990s, Chayanov was better known as an expert in agricultural economics, particularly peasant labor – and his objections to Stalin’s program of forced collectivization caused his arrest in 1930, exile from Moscow to Kazakhstan, and eventual execution.
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You remember Cody the screaming dog, no doubt, that viral dog video from last summer. (If you don't... get ready.) Cody screams. Screams as if all of life is endless torture. Maybe you didn't look very closely though. That's right. Maybe you were just looking at Cody. Not the spaces between. READ MORE
In case you needed yet one more reminder, and you do, as any lawyer can tell you, just don't ever put things in email. Yes, we all hate the phone. Yes, it's truly horrible. But do yourself a favor. Save the juicy business for IRL. And also then when you do have a dishy phone conversation—in this case, with Tony Blair—don't then summarize it in... an email. This PSA comes to you from the unlikely source of one James Murdoch. If you're still somehow following the News of the World hacking trials and tribulations, which have been going on for what seems like several lifetimes, you can stop now: that is the only useful message we will learn.
Kevin Roose's Young Money, in which he spend a couple years with the bright young things from fancy schools who end up populating the analyst desks at Credit Suisse and Goldman Sachs and the other sad and storied firms of Wall Street, is out today, and you may enjoy it! It is a tale of millennials wrestling with greed, sexism, stupidity, New York City, expectation, dumb-ass bosses, the rising lure of Silicon Valley, privilege and the meaning of life. Like all books, you can find it at Amazon, McNally Jackson, B&N, a bookstore near you. This is not a sponsored message, this is just an editorial endorsement, and to prove it I will type the f-word here a few times. Fuck fuck fuck. Anyway: endorsed.
Shelley Jackson has been telling a story written in snow on Instagram for weeks now. (You would start from the bottom, obvs.) READ MORE