This Week's New Yorker

I know I'm not the first one to point out the sheer elegance of this week's cover, but I shall add my voice to the golden chorus:

I particularly like the news lag of the old weekly magazine format, coming out six days after the election, just in time to remind us not to stop thinking about it. Out here on the West Coast, by the way, the New Yorker shows up on Wednesday or Thursday, so the glow had faded even more when along came this provocative booster.

But even better than all that is the issue itself, a politics blow-out that provides a welcome antidote for the election dementia whereby I am still refreshing Talking Points Memo and Five Thirty Eight, hoping for a quick shot of electoral adrenaline, as I have done twenty times daily for the past six months. Make that twelve. Or rather, eighteen. For a mind still in that mode, this issue has everything: how Obama won; how McCain lost; Remnick on race and politics; and Obama as the new FDR. I guess I should say I hope it's everything. I've only read the first article so far. There was nothing substantively new, but it still made me feel even more confident about Obama, if for no other reason than this exchange:

After Obama’s first debate with McCain, on September 26th, [Patrick] Gaspard [Obama's political director] sent him an e-mail. “You are more clutch than Michael Jordan,” he wrote. Obama replied, “Just give me the ball.”