The Dungeon Master has detention. We wait at his house by the county road. The Dungeon Master’s little brother Marco puts out corn chips and orange soda.It's a good story, although I must be honest and say the short story form is not my favorite. As far as fiction in the New Yorker goes, however, I was not unpleased by it. Worth checking out. Mostly I was drawn to it because we're all such huge D&D nerds here at the Brooklyn Shakespeare & Co.
Also, wait the LA Times is calling Lipsyte "America's bard of highly educated disgruntlement"? Crap, that's what I wanted to be! Damn you, Lipsyte.
*"The Dungeon Master", by Sam Lipsyte