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Halloween, or, sometimes nostalgia looks like Boba Fett

It starts in September, when I get the late August issues of The New Yorker.  I’m always a few weeks behind because I like to read the actual magazine, not the digital one. Usually I don’t mind reading about current events from a month or so ago…until September. In early fall, the magazine becomes a sort of arcade of impossibility: the new theater productions I won’t see; the restaurants I …