Lying to My Dad
I’d become everything to him—a fun-house mirror, constantly contorting to fit his needs.
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Andy Warhol obsessively documented his life, but he also lied constantly, almost recreationally.
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What we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week, online, in N.Y.C., and beyond. Paid subscribers also receive book picks.
Shouts & Murmurs
Bot Therapy
He was a widower who had lost his wife to cancer and his only son in a hideous boating accident. He worked in a bunker in Paris. I took the bait.
By Mary Norris
Flash Fiction
“Lucy’s Boyfriend”
You could be involved in other people’s wanting, whether you knew it or not.
By Anne Enright
Flash Fiction
“Damages”
Tug too hard on a little footsy, and you wind up with a footsy in hand and a baby in tears.
By Irene Pujadas