n+1 personals

Because everyone deserves to find a +1
n+1 Issue Fourteen cover n+personals is a pet project of the original n+1 interns for all the sad young literary people in the world who still haven’t found their +1 (melancholia and relative youth are in fact optional, but if you haven't read Middlemarch/back issues of Harper's/JR we suggest looking elsewhere).

So bang out a few details about yourself and what you’re looking for, and submit a personal. The posts will be kept anonymous. Those that request contact will be given your email; how you choose to respond to their attempt at an epistolary exchange has nothing to do with us. Assume everyone lives in New York, unless otherwise specified.

The title of your ad will be generated in-house, because: (1) how else does the lowly intern get her kicks? and (2) said intern lacks the gravitas to stomach even one request for "Madame Bovary, c'est moi."

As of December, we are pleased to announce a partnership with the New York Review of Books.

PLEASE NOTE: We do not have the ability or resources to screen the past sexual or emotional or indeed criminal histories of the lonesome souls submitting to this site. Please be careful. Safety first, kids! (Not-fun fact: 10% of sex offenders use online dating to meet their, um, victims!)

We'd like to thank Keith, Carla, Mark, Marco, Chad, and Ben for ceding editorial oversight to the interns.

Finally we encourage everyone and their mothers to read or, better yet, subscribe to n+1.

—Kaitlin Phillips
  • June 30, 2012 12:42 pm

    Subtle request: “Because I like you,” she said, “and I don’t want anything from you.”

    By the world,
    I think this site is useless and think it is not.
    I think you are perfect for me and think you are not.
    I’ll have some proof.

    I am the twenty-first century. I am the plot-driven film and the wild-man dance; sans-serif, clean geometry.
    And I am also a 22-year-old male and a Master’s student of film theory livin’ la vida loca in Los Angeles, any ironies strongly intended.

    I’m a midwesterner, a writer, and reasonably good-looking. I love cats, don’t take much pleasure in small talk, and admire open-mindedness and those with stronger desires to learn than be expert. And whom do I seek? Someone attractive, of course, I’m only inhuman.

    Why is it,” he said, one time, at the subway entrance, “I feel I’ve known you so many years?”

    “Because I like you,” she said, “and I don’t want anything from you.”

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