Tom Scocca: When I read it, I was literally ready to punch Dave Eggers in the face, except he was nowhere around. Now that I have simmered down, it remains possible that if I ever do find myself in a room with Dave Eggers, I may throw a drink in his face, probably including the glass or bottle.
The current issue of the New Yorker doesn't have a fiction piece in it. Instead, they chose to place a large ad (about 8 pages long) for Where the Wild Things Are. Tom Scocca and Choire Sicha talk about it at the Awl.

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