Sherman Alexie, Honorary New Yorker

We don't actually read much of the fiction in the New Yorker--either it's warmed-over leftovers from famous authors or something from an MFA who's just discovered a) poor or b) ethnic peoples exist--but last week we did. Last week, Sherman Alexie shook things up with a profane, funny, poignant outburst that reminded us of how good New Yorker fiction used to be: "Last summer, in reaction to various allergies I was suffering from, defensive mucus flooded my inner right ear and confused, frightened, and unmoored me." This fucking guy Alexie. He just gets better and better.