From Russia with Love

By Trevor Corson | November 6, 2009

“The name’s Kopcoh,” I said. “TpeBop Kopcoh.” I turned my eyes on the bartender and ordered a medium dry martini with a lemon peel, shaken, not stirred. Then I leveled my gaze on the man next to me. He was a Russian agent. Like me. “Finally we meet,” he said. He picked up a menu.…

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The New Yorker’s Mystery Claw

By Trevor Corson | June 12, 2009

If you’re an avid reader with a photographic memory, you’ll score well on the New Yorker’s “Cover Contest,” where hints of book covers can, if correctly identified, be turned into prizes (more books). This week the evocative pincer on the cover of The Secret Life of Lobsters caught the New Yorker’s fancy—along with a head…

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