by Alix Ohlin
from the January 30, 2017 issue of The New Yorker
I haven’t enjoyed Ohlin’s work in the past, and I don’t think “Quarantine” is for me either. Ohlin jumps right in with an incredibly detailed, but not at all telling, first paragraph that even tells us what brand of cigarettes Bridget smokes. Her brand of writing just isn’t for me. But perhaps I’m missing something.
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