There was a lovely little fundraising party last weekend in New York for the literary magazine n+1. Then someone made off with the money. “We’ve been much drunker than this, but the party was so nice that we were lulled into a false sense of security. Everybody was wearing jackets; there was classical music. We didn’t think anyone was going to steal our money. Also, our office manager got into a fight with his girlfriend and had to leave the party, and he’s usually the guy who watches the cash box.”