From the Editor

  late at night in the middle of a hot summer. By the time I made it through immigration, it was well after midnight, and in my first taxi ride to the city all I could really see was the outlines of buildings and billboards for cut-rate lawyers and discount dentists. I didn’t get my first glimpse of Manhattan until the next day, when, groggy with jetlag, I wandered downtown with no set destination in mind. It was one of those first-day-in-a-new-place walks, where you’re intensely aware of every sight and