Goddammit, I wrote a whole post and then it somehow disappeared. TL;DR I read Luster by Raven Leilani, and it’s really good. Some very solid storytelling choices. Almost unbearably sad, though.
I also finished that Natascha Stagg collection. The end is a series of trenchant observations about a slice of fashionable culture in New York. I liked it! I’ve never felt that New York thing: the thing that makes people want to move to New York to experience the big life. Maybe if all my friends hadn’t moved to San Francisco in the two years after graduation, I would’ve made my way there, though. Then I wrote a bunch of stuff about the various social scenes I’ve experienced. But it’s all gone now forever.