The latest New Yorker issue is one of their special double fiction issues, and even if you're not a great NY fan or subscriber it is well worth reading.
There's an Annie Proulx short story called Tits Up In a Ditch. Proulx always makes me want to stick my head in the nearest oven, and this piece is no exception. It is a real achievement, though--tender and absolutely furious on behalf of her characters.
There is a well chosen series of short pieces on faith and doubt here--one by a priest named Uwen Akpen stood out.
Mary Gaitskill had a long, rambling story about an Ethiopan adoption almost gone wrong. I have always liked Gaitskill's stuff, but this wasn't particularly successful.
All this and an entertainingly bitchy review of the Sex and the City movie by Anthony Lane.
There's an Annie Proulx short story called Tits Up In a Ditch. Proulx always makes me want to stick my head in the nearest oven, and this piece is no exception. It is a real achievement, though--tender and absolutely furious on behalf of her characters.
There is a well chosen series of short pieces on faith and doubt here--one by a priest named Uwen Akpen stood out.
Mary Gaitskill had a long, rambling story about an Ethiopan adoption almost gone wrong. I have always liked Gaitskill's stuff, but this wasn't particularly successful.
All this and an entertainingly bitchy review of the Sex and the City movie by Anthony Lane.
