ZZ Packer’s short story collection, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere, did two things I’m amazed could be done simultaneously.

1. It evoked how much every human being’s interior life is made up of the same hopes, concerns, dreams, fears.

2. It reminded me how much I am middle class and white.

But it also shows what fantastic work can be done with language, especially in short forms like this. I love me a good short story.