n+personals is a pet project of
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).
We see this site as filling a dearth in the personals market for charming intellectuals—because, you know, we’re all still a little too young for the
nyrb and a little too sane for the
lrb. Quite simply, we’ve come to realize we all want the same things: to curl up in bed and watch Woody Allen movies, to have a silent companion at hungover brunches, to be saved from drunken conversations about Žižek… We want these things for ourselves, and we want them for you.
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.
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!
We'd like to thank Keith, Carla, Mark, Marco, Chad, and Ben for ceding editorial oversight to a bunch of lowly interns.
Finally we encourage everyone and their mothers to
read or, better yet,
subscribe to n+1.
