It was a pendulum September, and for thirty days I swung between discomfort and inspiration. This time around, New York was a vat of crackling oil; its energy scalding my ambitions, then renewing my vigor. Dear October, How are you my old friend? We have only met twenty six times, but I feel like I have known you much longer. In toast to our rich history I offer the following gifts: • An interview with author Jeffrey Rotter • The...