One of my favorite writers out there is a guy named
Ian Frazier. Any time I find anything
he’s written, I get it and read it. I first stumbled upon Frazier years ago when I read a short piece he did called
Coyote v. Acme, easily one of the most creative
and hilarious takes on lawyerdom I’ve ever read. Frazier is also a frequent contributor to the
New Yorker, my favorite magazines on the planet, and so I have occasion to read
his stuff when it makes the New Yorker’s pages. I actually saw Frazier at a New Yorker festival some years ago, reading
alongside Steve Martin.
Anyhow, here’s an article that
was in Outside a while ago called Terminal Ice about the coming apolcalypse. OK, it’s about icebergs, and the changing
Arctic landscape. It’s as fine example as there is of Frazier’s superb skills as a scribe.