Congemi has long been attracted to ideas describing life as absurdest and indeterminate, but has also held out for the possibility that these ideas are not necessarily correct.
HEARING ABOUT HER father’s seventieth birthday party from her sister Meg, Laurie flew from Los Angeles to New York as quickly as she could, which surprised her, for she had never gotten along very well with her father. Not one to sleep in the same house overnight with him, she…Keep reading
I HAVE ALWAYS enjoyed this northern city, this capital. As prosaic as it sounds, I suspect one of its principal attractions is that it is neither too big nor too small. Another, it came to me yesterday, is political. The few men who run this city, whose family and friends…Keep reading
THE TRIP UPSTATE, out into the country, had been a ﬁasco right from the beginning, in Elizabeth’s opinion. Not that she wanted to be harsh towards Jonathan. She didn’t feel that way. It was simply the truth. Manhattan had been insuﬀerably hot all week, so when Jonathan said he could…Keep reading
AT SIXTY, MY Aunt Beatrice was still a beautiful woman—there was no denying that. Smart, classy, curvy, she was an executive secretary to the president of a major cosmetics ﬁrm. Her oﬃce was on top of 666 Fifth Avenue and seemed nearly as large as an entire ﬂoor. She bought…Keep reading