Narratively

After witnessing eleven different men pleasuring themselves in public, I began to think maybe I was at fault. A closer look at the psychology of exhibitionism, and a cathartic car-side confrontation, helped me look away.

I was a lonely writer in a strange new city. The Internet told me joining a book club would solve all my problems. But the Internet has never had to read historical romance about Hitler or earnestly discuss “The Help” with joyless Midwestern...