What the Hell?
Is the new lit journal The American Journal of Print a shameless knockoff of McSweeney's or what? I mean, the AJoP rips off David Eggers' design sensibility, mimics his and his laidback wit, credits Amy Fusselman -- whose The Pharmacist's Mate Dave published for crissake -- in their thank-you list, and even has the gall to sport a staff that, partially, lives in Brooklyn. My guess is that the town's not big enough for both -- or that David's got his omnipresent paws in this self-publishing dilettante, too. Still, Jeremy Simon's piece on the hard-scrabble world of Scrabble tournaments was excellent, and any article on pneumatic tubes, be they in New York City or not, screams promise. Consider my judgment reserved.