Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Ghosts at the Liquor Store


When my oldest daughter was eight—near the same age I was when I watched my parents’ parties—she and I drove past a sign, “Spirit Shoppe.” “For a minute,” she said, “I thought we could buy a ghost there.” A sudden dawn. Yes, we could. Ghosts are exactly what we’re buying at the liquor store. Booze is haunted.

Ghosts at the Liquor Store, an excerpt from my new collection, The Unwritten Book, at the New Yorker.