As I just posted on Facebook, the next best thing to getting a story in The New Yorker (we can all dream, can’t we?) is to have a friend get one in. “Costello,” a story in the current Dec. 6 issue, is by Jim Gavin, who was in an LA writers workshop with me for a short time. Normally I might feel a touch of envy. But it’s hard to be anything other than happy for a writer so good and so unassuming.
The story itself is both very sad and very funny. And it presents a working-class slice of Southern California you don’t often see in fiction. Pick it up at the newsstand if you don’t subscribe. And check out an online interview with Jim at The New Yorker website.