Review of a short story from the May 1, 2017 issue of The New Yorker... This is one of those short stories that's almost too high-minded and experimental for it's own good. And yet in my opinion, it does still "work" and the writer accomplishes what he was going for, even if the second part of the piece (you can't really call this a story) is more of a long, run-on sentence with a seemingly infinite repetition of the phrase, "It's not just that..." What is really neat about this piece is the way David Means looks at homelessness, or rather a homeless man, from two different perspectives. The first perspective is the lens through which people might see this man on the street and then how it affects them internally. The second perspective is a much closer one, that of the brother of a man suffering from opiate addiction. I particularly liked the way David Means cataloged the different reactions a person could conceivably have to seeing a homele
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