Charles D’Ambrosio sketches scenes from a pre-boom Puget Sound – my good old days, chilluns – in The New Yorker.

UPDATE: I found the story, as I often do with D’Ambrsio, beautiful and evocative. Interstingly, I distinctly felt that this story was written in conscious dialogue with Alexie and Vollmann. Perhaps someday Vollmann will write of the Northwest directly.

UPDATE II: on Father’s Day 2016 I noticed that the new Yorker appears to have bitrotted this, and presumably other, old links. Fixed. This post gave me such a thrill when the author himself dropped by to express appreciation for my expression of appreciation.

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  1. Glad you enjoyed the story. And your comment about a dialogue with S. Alexie isn’t far off. It wasn’t conscious but in the late stages of writing and editing I found myself thinking of Sherman’s story “What You Pawn I Shall Redeem” quite a bit.

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