The New Yorker is one of my favorite magazines and most definitely it’s one of a kind. Each time I open it, I’m surprised by something new and the October 2nd edition was no exception. We had just renewed our lapsed subscription so I had forgotten how much I enjoy the short fiction presented and that week’s held a priceless piece by Woody Allen, entitled “Pinchuck’s Law”.
Not knowing exactly what to expect, I dove into the piece like a hungry wolf as it had been years since I’d actually read anything by Allen, although I’d certainly viewed his films. In a story that begins like a classic murder mystery, he took me down twists and turns of comedic surprise and creative excellence. It was just what I needed after an unusually difficult week to have some unpredictable laughs and soak in a true master’s way with words. I highly recommend taking the time to read it.