Happy first Summer Friday, friends. What’s a Summer Friday, you ask? It’s when, if you work in an industry that does not keep the world spinning on its axis, you get to leave work early on Fridays during summertime because you worked an extra half hour the rest of the week. Which is great, until the third Friday when you’ve run out of distractions to occupy yourself until the rest of your friends leave work. Or, if you’re like me, and you work through your Summer Fridays because the workload does not care if the sunshine and Island Oyster are calling your name.

Here’s what you missed this week:

• Two classic book series enter the 21st century by acknowledging that people other than straight white men write books. (Vox)
• Is Rocky Flinstone the greatest satirist of our age, or a retiree with too much time on his hands? And can we all confirm we know where the cervix is? (The Atlantic)
• These Notes on Met Gala Themes will have you digging out your Norton Anthologies for inspiration. (Electric Lit)
• These (mostly) imaginary bookshops will make you want to stop at the shop around your corner. (Entertainment Weekly)

Cheers,

EV