Archive for March, 2023

the idiot, by elif batuman

Turkish, for example, had a suffix, -miş, that you put on verbs to report anything you didn’t witness personally. You were always stating your degree of subjectivity. You were always thinking about it, every time you opened your mouth.

stolen, by anne-helén laestadius

Then came the inexplicable shame. Of not being believed. Of not being worth more.

the fourth child, by jessica winter

“I feel a responsibility,” Mom said. “You always want to feel responsible for everything,” Lauren said. “And that’s so bad?” “It’s like—you want to feel guilty about it, like you’re being selfless, but you’re not, you’re just making it all about you.”

the candy house, by jennifer egan

“…friendship risks the end of friendship…”