A rare New Yorker typo?! This from a story in the May 29 issue about the host of a Netflix series showcasing Black cuisine.
"After a semester at the University of Oregon, Satterfield dropped out and enrolled in culinary school in Portland; Burch?s parents co-signed his student loan. Living in a cheap apartment building that turned out to be full of heroin addicts, he supplemented his classes with ?self-guided studies? in food and wine. He read every good book that he could find at Powell?s, took classes at the International Sommelier Guild, and talked his way into simultaneous jobs at exclusive venues. At the four-star Benson Hotel, he started as a room-service co?rdinator in a basement workspace, then rose to sommelier, holding daily tastings in the foyer."
Even on its own, the sentence doesn't make much sense. It doesn't define what constitutes "good" books, most people read books they consider good and Powell's probably carries far more good books than any individual could read (especially in the timeframe described here). It's also among examples of how he made "self-guided studies" of food and wine.
But G is next to F on the keyboard, and a sentence saying the guy "read every food book he could find at Powell's" makes much more sense.
This was about halfway through the story, which I wasn't finding all that fascinating, so I guess I will use my outrage over the typo as an excuse to stop reading the article and possibly recycle the whole magazine.
I do, however, recommend Rachel Aviv's story un that issue about author Alice Sebold mistaking the identity of her rapist, thus sending an innocent man to prison and including him in her memoir about the rape. I'd read about this when the mistake was first revealed, but the article went into much more detail that takes some of the blame off Sebold.