“The New York Review of Books”: Where the literati find love
Disappointed by the available stock of suitors on Internet dating sites? Opposed to algorithmal love on principle? Worried your date won't get your "Ulysses" references?
Then why not let "The New York Review of Books" arrange your next blind date?
Celebrating its 50th anniversary this month, the literary journal that Tom Wolfe once called "the chief theoretical organ of Radical Chic" has been facilitating the union of the literati's not-so-theoretical organs since its founding in 1963.