Sarah Shun-lien Bynum Reads “Likes”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
The New Yorker
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🗓️ 3 October 2017
⏱️ 45 minutes
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Summary
Sarah Shun-lien Bynum reads her story from the October 9, 2017, issue of the magazine. Bynum is the author of two novels, “Madeleine is Sleeping” and “Ms. Hempel Chronicles.” Her story “The Erlking” was included in The New Yorker’s "20 Under 40” issue, in 2010.
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| 0:00.0 | This is the writer's voice, new fiction from The New Yorker. |
| 0:09.1 | I'm Deborah Treesman, fiction editor at The New Yorker. |
| 0:12.5 | On this episode of the writer's voice, we'll hear Sarah Shunli and Bynum read her story, |
| 0:17.3 | Likes, from the October 9th, 2017 issue of the magazine. |
| 0:22.1 | Bynum is the author of two novels, Madeline is Sleeping, and Ms. Hempel Chronicles. |
| 0:26.9 | Her story, The Earl King, was included in the New Yorker's 20 Under 40 issue in 2010. |
| 0:33.1 | Now here's Sarah Shunlien Bynum. |
| 0:38.4 | Likes. |
| 0:41.4 | The dad scrolled through his daughter's Instagram account, looking for clues. |
| 0:47.2 | The most recent post was a photograph of an ice cream cone, extravagantly large, held up against a white wall by a disembodied hand. |
| 0:58.4 | Peppermint stick or strawberry. The mound was starting to melt, a trickle of it inching down |
| 1:06.3 | the cone and drawing dangerously close to the thumb, his daughters. |
| 1:12.8 | The next photo was a close-up of a shop window. |
| 1:17.2 | Inside the window glowed a pink neon sign |
| 1:20.2 | spelling out the word warm in lowercase letters. |
| 1:24.9 | The glowing word took up most of the frame. It was impossible to tell what sort of |
| 1:30.4 | store it was. Another close-up. An eraser colored rose, its petals halfway unfurled. A panorama, |
| 1:42.1 | the sky at sunset. |
| 1:52.3 | A shot of her dog, Bob, curled up like a cinnamon bun on the pleaded, peachy expanse of her bed. |
| 1:56.4 | And then an earlobe. Was that what it was? |
| 2:00.4 | Soft, rounded, partly in shadow. He closed his eyes and put down the phone. His daughter was |
| 2:06.5 | nearly 12 and difficult to talk to. Normally she rode the bus home from school, but now that she |
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