N+1 is the best and most accountable of literary magazines available. It takes readers with intellectual needs, nostalgias and pretensions seriously and unlike so many other reviews this one is not just a platform for a coterie of insiders who ring around the maypole feigning a jolly welcome while holding hands as if vulcanized for the world-rending incursions of Red Rover. This seventh issue is particularly special because it includes fiction and poetry from dead authors, something contrary to editorial policy of this periodical that seeks to resuscitate the scene rather than authors. The dead on display are Roberto Bolano (poetry) and Thomas Bernhard (part of a play) and they shine. There is a tremendous article by A. S. Hamrah who watched all "global-war-on-terror movies released since 2002" in order to refine cinema into insight. Also of interest is an interview with a hedge fund manager that was sustained over many torturous months during which this insider could not turn away gaze from wreck. Toward the end, another source of great pleasure, one will find Elif Batuman's "Summer in Samarkand", an article ostensibly about Russian literature. The reviews in this issue persuaded me that I need not spend time with anything reviewed after the reviews themselves. Subscribe, enjoy.