Over the Rimbaud
Free, but worth more to me than the stack of magazines I paid to have delivered to my apartment.
Or at least that's what I say when I'm moved to hurl the magazine across the room. Still, I'm a loyal reader, and I invite you to gripe about the always liberal, but never radical, New Yorker magazine. Review the reviews, read the news and complain about all the pretentious nonsense.