Required Reading


Not to be confused with eyeballs.

The New Yorker ran some short fiction last week, as they do every week, but for some reason I never pay attention. I did this time. Complicity explores the minutiae and texture of learning about and understanding someone new, as well as imminent heartbreak, in enormous detail. Writer Julian Barnes also touches on cheese, lychee, gloves and the appeal of one cigarette. I read while walking, it was that good.


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