This was the summer of Taylor Swift and it might seem like the story of Swifties has been been told from every possible angle. At least that’s what I thought. Until I came across this lede in The New Yorker: “The first time I heard about Taylor Swift, I was in a Los Angeles County jail, waiting to be sent to prison for murder.” Listening to Taylor Swift in Prison. (Most readers will experience this as a human story about a prisoner’s relationship to art. Writers will read this and think, So that’s what it takes to get published in The New Yorker…)