Fiction

I would like to recommend this piece of fiction in The New Yorker magazine.  Generally I’m wary of fiction in The New Yorker and also the Atlantic, because it’s never uplifting. And this piece is emotionally difficult.  But I appreciate its direct honesty.

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/04/17/you-are-happy

Sometime New Yorker fiction is obtuse and vague, trying-to-be-clever. But this story is straightforward.  New Yorker fiction can also be depraved, or worse, depraved and trite.  But this piece rings of tragic truth, sensitively handled.