A young journalist draws parallels between the subject of her investigation—a tribe in South Asia called the Pawong—and her own life in a world where fear reigns.
Several genuinely funny moments in this story and every character is painfully similar to people you’ve encountered.
My dreams were not to get murdered, not to suffer a ludicrous death, not to think about death all the time, to live in an apartment small enough that I could see all of it from anywhere I stood. (I had already fulfilled that last dream.)
Those who enjoy dark humour, and anyone in the workforce capable of remembering professors and/or momentous breakups, will enjoy how this story is told.
[Despite a couple of explicit and frank conversations about sex, this is a solidly constructed short story: useful for all of the elements of fiction in a senior English class.]