• On Social Isolation, Thrillers, and the Limits of Connectivity

    Or, your access to help is only as good as your phone signal
    (and your perceived value to society)

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    My Babysitter, the Serial Killer

    I heard about Tony Costa weeks before I met him. I was seven that summer of 1966, when Mom got the job at the Royal Coachman...

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