A Close Read

On the talents of devious men

I met a man. The where and when isn’t relevant. Maybe it was over the jukebox at a dive bar last weekend. Maybe it was in the kitchen at a house party when I was 28. Maybe it was at the hotel bar at a conference last year.

And this man said everything right. A little too right. We talked about art and politics, things I care about. He asked what my favor…