Martin Schneider writes:

I'm living in Cleveland this summer. I spent the weekend in Chicago, and thus it was odd to be not in Cleveland on Thursday night, when LeBron James made his announcement to join the Miami Heat. My friends and compadres in Cleveland had to suffer that one alone—maybe it's just as well, because my Cleveland identity is a little bit thin for that level of pathos and identification: it's not my city, in that sense. Anyway, then I return to Cleveland this morning and find out that Harvey Pekar has died. A fun weekend in Chicago bookended by these oddly related events.

So much has been said about LeBron and Dan Gilbert's angry letter. There were still a few points I thought could add to the discussion.

1. It doesn't really matter either way. There's been a lot of commentary about the sheer scale of LeBron's ESPN announcement, which was, after all, merely an athlete's announcement of a free agency decision, which happens all (continued)

Martin Schneider writes:

I just watched The September Issue, the documentary about Vogue and Anna Wintour. I must say it surprised me a lot. It's very, very enjoyable, and anyone who likes fashion or magazines really ought to see it. (On the subject of magazines, I think I glimpsed an Ivan Brunetti cover from The New Yorker at one point, in the clutches of contributing editor André Leon Talley.)

I hope the movie serves as a corrective to The Devil Wears Prada (the movie anyway, can't speak for the book). The portrait of imperious "Miranda Priestly" in that movie, ably embodied by Meryl Streep, did much to convince me that Wintour must be (while highly able herself) impossibly demanding, rude, and so on.

If that is true, I didn't see any evidence of it in The September Issue. In the documentary she seemed extremely (continued)