“The menu, like love, was full of delicate, gruesome things — cheeks, tongues, thymus glands.”

Moore croppedNo writer can make me laugh harder but wince longer than Lorrie Moore. Here is a sample of her humor: “Mike’s friends, however, tended to be tense, intellectually earnest Protestants who drove new, metallic-hued cars and who within five minutes of light conversation could be counted on at least twice to use the phrase ‘strictly within the framework of.'” (5)  This story ends with a wince when the main character becomes so tiresome that even an anonymous guy in the bar wants to slap him. The range in the chords she strikes is great; she makes other writers feel flat.

Lorrie More, Bark (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2014), 41.

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