Graham’s chasing his ex-friend and his ex-sister-in-law.

(from The New Yorker, May 9 2005)

This story was really good at being subtly funny while it was lightly dangerous, absurd and unreasonable while also endearing and understandable. It takes a steady hand to make the inane actions of a man like Graham seem, if not sane, then possible.
I liked this line:
The water could not be seen in the nighttime dark, but when the trees opened the lake was implied by a vast, indefinite nothingness.
And this one:
Graham folded his fingers into fists, or approximations of fists—it seemed as if he were doing this wrong somehow.
Here‘s where you can find this story for your own reading pleasure.

I’m going to make a point to stay up-to-date on my New Yorkers because A) it’s always good source for fiction and B) every time I see my uncle Bob we make a point to talk about fiction and I never seem to have read the ones he has. My family is taking casual note of my fiction kick; my aunt Maryanne and Sandy gave me a gift certificate for Barnes and Noble.