Please Don’t Read at the Beach
As you probably know, it’s summer. The temperatures are climbing, and you’re spending your days snow-globed by air-conditioning or huddled beside a fan, forearming sweat from your brow. On the rare occasions you exit your house, you navigate the streets wearing the idea of clothes instead of the actual thing.
Sometime soon, though, you’ll need a change of scenery. You’re already hot, so why not be hot close to something cooler, like water? Close to where land—boring, predictable land—ceases to be? Why not go someplace whereyou in the paper of record for dressing as the season demands? On a Saturday in August, you’ll pack precious supplies into a billowy canvas bag: the towels, the blanket, the hulking umbrella, the children, the snacks, the lotion, the bottle of wine, and, obviously, that book that everyone’s reading.
