Know what? I don't have this week's magazine yet. Although it's Wednesday in Brooklyn, it may as well be Monday in Manitoba. For the meantime, let's content ourselves with the table of contents. I, for one, am most excited about Adam Kirsch on Theodore Roethke and James Wright. I met Adam recently at a reading I guest-hosted and was extremely impressed by his poem about soldiers' bodies being shipped home. Remarkably powerful. He's a nice guy, too. Of course I'll rush to read the piece on Edmund Wilson by Louis Menand (they've posted Wilson's 1945 Reporter at Large "Notes on London at the End of a War" to go along with it). The bloggos are all blogging about the Ken Auletta tale of Katie Couric and Diane Sawyer's fight to the death (there's an accompanying online Q. & A.). Jack Handey's "What I'd Say to the Martians" is already amusing me on another frame of Firefox. And who among us who follows the Jonathans would miss Jonathan Franzen's essay "My Bird Problem"? Let us wait then, you and I, Canadians and honorary Canadians, Sri Lankans and honorary Sri Lankans, Martians and honorary Martians.