My first physical copy of the Paris Review and I'm satisfied with it. Standouts were Eve Babitz's journals (obviously); Eleutherius (which made me think about guilt & consequences, or lack thereof); [A-Z] (which made me relive the unique and acute horror that is teenage girldom); and the interview with Alice Oswald (which made me want to read more poetry).
Overall reading in a magazine format was fun, made me feel like maybe I'm reading in real-time the Salingers, Foster Wallaces, Roths of today. Looking forward to the subsequent issues.