Just out of college, midwestern native Janet Groth became the receptionist at The New Yorker in 1957 and remained in the position for twenty-one years. She ran interference for angry wives checking on adulterous husbands, drank with famous writers, and was seduced, two-timed, proposed to, and manipulated by a few of those eccentric inhabitants of the magazine's eighteenth floor. Janet talks about her book, her experiences, and the culture of The New Yorker with Fort Greene neighbor Rebecca Mead, a staff writer at The New Yorker since 1997 who has profiled everyone from Slavoj Zizek to Shaquille O’Neal.