11/08/2026
Editor's note for our recent issue on the eclipse, among other things:
Welcome to Iceland at a time of extreme international interest. While this issue is on the streets, this nation will be all over movie theatres, serving as Hell during Elliot Page’s excellent rants at Odysseus. We’ll also be, I assume, in travel guides because of our almost two minutes of eclipse. And the nation is preparing to vote on whether or not it can continue negotiations to join the European Union.
We are also coming off the most popular cover story we’ve published in the last few years, our discussion of the damage done by French tourists to the interior of the country driving modified Land Rovers. On our back page, we’ve run a few of the letters we received from their outraged, ashamed compatriots.
With all this coming together, there has never been a more important time to have an editor in the office. Yet local customs dictated that I take a slightly abbreviated summer vacation. This is written into my union contract, and our own publishers reminded me that despite our tricky schedule, we are required to actually take breaks. So while I will be back before we go to print, I am in fact in California as we send everything to our proofreader. I have a family. A water-polo-playing family. And a water polo tournament in California beckoned. This was my choice for a vacation.
Our trip to America coincided with the Cyclospora outbreak, with constant warnings in news stories of the strange medical term of “explosive watery diarrhea.” I happen to be a Steinbeck fan. The experience of driving through the area where East of Eden was set, listening to reporters talk about toxic iceberg lettuce at exactly the location where Adam Trask, in the book, launches his great lettuce-shipping experiment suggested that most of Steinbeck’s themes have aged well.
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