Life is like a citrus seed

You never know what you're going to get

Reading John McPhee’s Oranges was an experience, a dream. For one, it opens with a truly fantastic retelling of How McPhee Became A New Yorker Writer, which in this highly abridged version (I hope) consists of him sending pitch after pitch to an editor there—while working at Time—until one is accepted. Fast forward a bit (How long? It’s unclear) and McP…

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