Something has to be done about the neighbor.
(from In Persuasion Nation)
Okay, I have no idea why the neighbor was in his underwear in our protagonist’s house. But we’re seeing everything through the vaseline lens of a well-meaning-ish unreliable narrator who would never figure such things out anyway. So right on. I can’t really wrap my head around the particulars of this half-scary/half-funny little parable, but it ends as I figured it would. So, peace.
Read it here.
Yes, it has occurred to me to read something other than George Saunders.