The Entire Northern Side Was Covered with Fire
People say no one reads anymore, but I find that’s not the case. Prisoners read. I guess they’re not given much access to computers. A felicitous injustice for me. The nicest reader letters I’ve received—also the only reader letters I’ve received—have come from prisoners. Maybe we’re all prisoners? In our lives, our habits, our relationships?
"I thought it was satire, Trish," her brother said of the blog I-Can't-Stand-My-Wife. "To be honest, it's pretty funny. How could I have known Jonathan was serious?" Rivka Galchen's narrator stands abandoned, searching online for a replacement Parmesan grater—the kind with a handle that was fun to turn.