Every Alice Munroe story is just "there was a divorce and i was jealous of my friends and my friend was ugly and i was prettier and thinner and a man was there and he fucked a twelve-year-old and i was jealous of the twelve-year-old the end"

like staring into the fucking gate from EVENT HORIZON if it went to southwestern Ontario instead of hell.

(and it turns out this was also happening in her real life)

It's always funny to encounter literary fiction that plays into every stereotype spouted off by YA/genre fiction slobs. I think of Jonathan Franzen's Purity in this category

The most accurate chronicler of WASP culture