“Bohemians,” a new George Saunders story, appears in the current issue of The New Yorker.
I haven’t read it yet, but the Old Hag says it represents a move from hyperrealism to realism. Saunders’ excellent Christmas essay was in the realist vein, too. But the futuristic theme parks were what first attracted me to his writing.
Bookninja recently featured an interesting discussion about the author, which began this way:
George Saunders is one of the most intriguing writers alive. His work is socially complex, critically engaging to both the academic and the casual reader, and has inspired a cult status not unlike that of Pynchon and Vonnegut.