I have a bias against cool New York-based magazines. I generally associate them with chic radical politics and meaningless academic jargon.
But The Whitney Review of New Writing is a journal founded to counteract those stereotypes. It’s a forty-page broadsheet-style journal whose main purpose is to review new books. Nothing in this journal is going to go viral, because...it’s print-only. That means the reviews are mercifully free from screenshot-ready dunks, and the journal doesn’t have any of those long, ponderous works of cultural criticism that are intended to be the final statement on pornography or the romantasy genre or something like that.
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