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“I Like Louis Better When He Drinks.”

This week’s New Yorker links: Noah Baumbach, film director, writer and Wes Anderson-collaborator, writes about drunk mice. Erin told Ben to leave the room because he was laughing so much.

Also — and this is getting eerie — yet another indie rock profile, this one about Kevin Barnes of Of Montreal. We can sum it up for you in two words: Weird dude. Sasha Frere-Jones, however, uses words like “disco semiotics.” 

Which indie rock singer/band will appear in next week’s issue? A character study on Bob Pollard and Guided By Voices? A 6000-word Pavement retrospective by John Updike? David Remnick drawing uncanny parallels between Dinosaur Jr.’s rise and the fall of the Berlin Wall?

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