Brendan meets up with a male prostitute while on a trip to New York City with him mom.
(from The Atlantic Monthly‘s Fiction Issue)
Well. This isn’t a mesmerizing story, and it’s tempting to criticize it for all the interesting paths it failed to take. But that’s not really fair. I will say this: The matter-of-fact title is a tip-off.
But it’s not like the story was bland, just short and while you feel bad for the main character, you don’t feel like you’re in the real world. So you’re not much worried about him, or his mom.
Meanwhile, yes, I’m still reading a book: A.H.W.O.S.G. On page 265. A recent record for me and fiction.