I just started reading Miriam Toews’ ‘The Flying Troutmans.’
Marc…was heading off to an ashram in India anyway and said we could communicate telepathically. I tried it a couple of days before he left. I love you, don’t go, I said silently, without moving my lips. He was standing next to me, trying to photograph a gargoyle. You’re a little in my way, he said. Can you move?
How is that not funny?
A Complicated Kindness is also good.