Click here to read the story in its entirety on The New Yorker webpage. Julianne Pachico's "Honey Bunny" was originally published in the November 9, 2015 issue of The New Yorker.
Once again, The New Yorker is giving space to a young author, and one I have never read before. It’s nice to see, and even nicer when the young writer is a breath of fresh air and not just someone treading the same ground as all the rest. I hope for the best here, and I look forward to reading your thoughts.
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Here are Adrienne’s initial thoughts, to get things rolling:
I went through several sensations as I read this story. First: another twenty-something year old’s drug story?? Then: a lot of fragments that I have to seam together, and I don’t feel like doing the work on another twenty-something year old’s drug story. To: there seems to be something familiar here in this heroine’s journey. And finally: I liked it. A lot.
I was unsure for most of the story. The nameless protagonist and her cocaine struggles were well-described, I just felt like it is a very common story line these days. Girl meets a boy in a club. They do drugs together. Her odd, drug-induced behaviors . . .
But then the story follows on the wings of insects found in the coke — leaves, flowers, crackers, dirt — and a nostalgia, clearly evoked memories of her very young years, comes wafting in smelling like chicken broth and sounding like her grandmother.
I have recently finished reading How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents and so I felt comfortable in this young woman’s reminisces of her privileged background and current stylish existence.
There were hints to history and politics, but the reader is allowed to come to their own conclusions about them. The implications of adult politics on children who then grow up is evident but not decided for us. And for this reason, I was able to connect with this twenty-something year old in another drug story as an individual still dealing with sadness and loss in her little girl heart.