But I read it for the... articles?

A few weeks ago I found a cheap subscription to Vanity Fair. I just got my first issue:

The High Strung Rocks Gitmo

Leftie, pacifist, Detroit indie-rock band plays Gitmo library. Interesting tale ensues.

"'The best description I can give is that it was like camp,' Derek explained. 'Like a giant summer camp, but with a Defense Department budget. They have everything down there—the soldiers. Beaches, McDonalds, KFC, a supermarket, baseball fields, volleyball fields, basketball courts, a skate park, a gym, a weight room, batting cages, go carts, and every kind of golf: mini-golf, Frisbee golf, regular golf, driving range. The week we got there they were all talking about the rotisserie machine that was coming. Someone wanted it, and they just ordered it. It was bizarre. They took us snorkeling. We played basketball. We hung out on the beach with, like, a cooler and a gallon of cheap rum. But the weirdest part was, I couldn’t actually figure out what everyone does down there. As far as I could tell, they just... maintain the position. That’s their whole job. Keep up the base, fix things that break, stuff like that. And on the weekends, they barbecue and go to the beach.'" (Vanity Fair)

A Matter Of Life and Death

"It was cancer -- a brutally sudden death sentence: the doctors told the author she had probably less than six months. For a woman with two young children and a full life, that prognosis was devastating, but also, in some ways, oddly liberating. And so began more than three years of horror, hope, and grace, as she learned to live, and even laugh, on borrowed time."

Winner, Essays, American Society of Magazine Editors' Best American Magazine Writing, 2006 (Marjorie Williams, Vanity Fair)