A book review by the New York Times is an extraordinary experience.
It is the rare time when you can sit down with the editors of the venerable paper and read from their words, without any interference or commentary from the publisher.
The editors, who have worked on dozens of books, and their staff, have been writing for the New Yorker, Newsweek, The Atlantic, the Times, and the Village Voice for decades, all before the Internet came along.
They have worked at their own pace, and never once have the editors had a deadline to keep their work up.
The book review is an exercise in self-possession and the kind of experience that you never get if you’re a journalist.
Paul Cornell, the editor of The New Yorker Book Review, talks to The Atlantic’s Noah Shachtman about his new book about the end times.
(Photo by Justin Sullivan/Getty Images) The editors of The Atlantic and The New York Review of Books have been reviewing books for nearly 20 years, but for Cornell and Russo, their work has been coming to an end for quite some time.
“I have to say I’m really relieved to be able to put this book down,” Cornell said of his book, which is scheduled for publication in February.
“Because there’s nothing like it in the book publishing world.”
Cornell, who is an avid reader, said that the end is “not that far away.”
But the end has been near for some time, and Cornell and his fellow editors have not yet had the luxury of a “treatise,” or a series of reviews that would allow them to write a book review on the subject.
So for this new book, Cornell and Russe set out to write their own review that will reflect what it’s like to be an editor at the end, when the apocalypse comes.
Cornell and Russes decided to explore the topic in the context of their own lives.
They wrote the book, titled The Death Of American Literature, after the end-of-the-world event in which they were raised.
“It’s a bit like going to a funeral, but instead of going with a coffin, you’re going with the ghost of your mother,” Cornell explained to The Verge.
“You’re going through a very dark time, you have a family to deal with and the funeral is about to start.”
Cornell and Russell explained to the New Republic that the apocalypse in their lives was “a lot more traumatic than it is to me, as a journalist, as an author, as someone who’s really invested in the world.”
The death of American literature is a theme that has been woven into their lives for decades.
The two met when Cornell was working as an editor for The Atlantic in the 1990s.
They began to share an interest in the future of literature and its authorship.
They eventually became friends, and in 1997 they wrote a book about their experiences.
That book, The End of American Poetry, came out in 2001.
It remains the best-selling book in American literature, and it was Cornell’s third novel.
Cornell had written his first two novels in the late ’80s and early ’90s, which he described as “a bit of a break-up.”
He had been trying to write for other publications, but his editor was supportive of the idea of making a book of his own.
“And then I realized,” Cornell recalled, “that I was not a good writer.”
“He was trying to give me a book, but he wasn’t even writing a book.
He was just making up stories.
I was so disgusted by the whole thing, that I told him I couldn’t do it.”
He then began researching the end to his life and eventually came up with The End Of American Poets.
The End is the first of three books in the trilogy, and is also the story of a writer whose story was told in a poem.
The author, the title of the poem and the poem’s title are all taken from the final lines of The End.
“As we look at the world as we know it today,” Cornell wrote in his review, “there are certain things that are impossible to imagine, things that we simply don’t know.”
The poem that Cornell chose to cover is The End Is Nigh, which appears in The End, and which he wrote in the wake of the end.
In the poem, a narrator narrates: When the sun went down, we thought it would be a great day, a long, long day, the kind you can only imagine for people who live in the middle of nowhere.
But instead of being a great morning, it was the day of the apocalypse.
We have all been counting on the end coming in some way, shape, or form.
And now, with our world in tatters, we are living in a time of