This is a story about An exterminator who meets a single mother with a young son. He falls for her but there’s work holding him back.
Author
Said Sayrafiezadeh
Publication
The New Yorker, May 5, 2025
Date Read
December 5, 2025
Ramblings of a web developer and sometimes writer
This is a story about An exterminator who meets a single mother with a young son. He falls for her but there’s work holding him back.
Said Sayrafiezadeh
The New Yorker, May 5, 2025
December 5, 2025
A woman explores grief after having two sons commit suicide. The story has a lot of allegorical meaning and contextually related bits
Yiyung Li
The New Yorker, March 17, 2025
December 1, 2025
A great story set in India and from the perspective of a younger brother who’s in the shadow of his academically talented older brother. There’s a great deal of artistry in the short story form with this story. There’s the brother who considers his younger brother to be sitting on the fence of life, asking him if he needs ice for his ass at one point. But the other characters in the story who are sedentary are more like artists and experts. The father’s saxophone teacher is one such expert.
Madurai Vijay
The New Yorker, November 21, 2025
November 23, 2025
Hilarious story with some incredible descriptions throughout. The main character is a freeloading writer living with a guy who’s also a freeloader. The narrator’s roommate overdoses in the bathtub and goes into a coma, which is really unfortunate timing for the narrator, seeing how the apartment owner is dead and their daughter returned from Belgium to sell it. Bummer.
They are an online therapist who reads prompts from AI to provide a personal touch, or a way to make the robot medicine more palatable, as the story suggests. That, and they write fan fiction about Charles in Charge. God, this was funny.
Sam Lipsyte
The New Yorker, October 27, 2025
October 30, 2025
A quintessential suburban story about a man coming to terms with his new home and pool and the dangers they present. A bit of Carver in the pages.
T. Coraghessan Boyle
The New Yorker, September 22, 2025
October 30, 2025