I have long subscribed to "men's magazines" because the writing is infinitely more intelligent that the pap directed at women.
An article in the August issue of Men's Journal (which I am proud to have contributed a story on Jordan to) demonstrates why.
Even though I wasn't remotely interested in Steelers linebacker James Harrison, writer Paul Solotaroff's opening was a grabber--and not just because I live in the same town:
"Up here, in an end-of-time exurb called Troon, carved high into the bluffs above Scottsdale, Arizona, it's all Charles Darwin and sun-split rocks, life forms baked to the core. Diamondbacks and scorpions slip through the gates of the copper-colored homes in these hills, while wild boar joust with gaunt coyotes over trash cans pushed to the curb. Even in May, the heat is a monster, pressing its breath on you in the haze."
Hooked? Read the rest: http://www.mensjournal.com/jamesharrison
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