Ramblings of a web developer and sometimes writer
One more Hemingway story…this one had never been published until now. It’s Hemingway marlin fishing with two other men. They pursue a large Marlin and there’s some really great details about that encounter.
Ernest Hemingway
The New Yorker, June 8 & 15, 2020
June 6th, 2020
The story of an art collector traveling to various antique shops for treasures. He finds a beautiful portrait of a young doctor. The curator of the small shop tells the tale of the young country doctor who founds himself invested in a new town at the time Cholera hit with a vengeance. A beautiful tale of the heroic efforts of healthcare workers even in the face of extreme ignorance, both of themselves and their patients.
This is likely the most timely of stories too, since we’re currently experiencing our own health crisis. Likely the best story I’ve read this year.
Allan Gurganus
The New Yorker, May 4, 2020
May 9th, 2020
It’s not often that I find a story that spans about ten minutes time. This is one of those. A mother taking her son to a sleepover and the journey takes her back to before she was a mother, to a night she took a swim. Short.Engaging. Relatable.
Anne Enright
The New Yorker, March 9, 2020
March 8, 2020
A story about memory and chance encounters that stick with us a bit longer than we suspect they might. This was my first introduction to any Haruki Murakami works. After reading this, I may have to pick up one of his novels. Excellent prose and two very unique, fleshed out characters.
Haruki Murakami
The New Yorker February 17 & 24, 2020
February 18, 2020
A tale of a Cambodian immigrant woman who owns a donut shop in California called Chuck’s Donuts. Her two daughters stay with her overnight in the shop, which is 24 hours, and a mysterious man comes regularly to order an apple fritter, but never eats it. It’s the telling of their journey to America, a telling of the girl’s life as they know it from the American perspective, and that of the mother who has been betrayed and become a bit more hardened by the experience.
Anthony Veasna So
The New Yorker, February 10th, 2020
February 9th, 2020