Well, well, well, if it isn't my faithful hothead listeners back to fill your ear holes with Noddy.

I'm your host at Parnan Inchera delivering all the boobs and acid trips that you can't get on public radio.

I mean, look, I love my job, but do I have to do all the heavy lifting? When's the last

time Steve Inskip stepped up to recite that limerick about a man from Nantucket? Or Terry Gross

asked her guests, oh so politely about their last bender. That's what I'm saying, people. It just

doesn't happen. So be glad you've got me to bring you

somewhat risque fiction and to give you warnings just in case you need to run and hide in fear.

Case in point. Warning. This story features cocaine and sex in unusual places.

Before you delightful perverts let that rev you up, this story features cocaine and sex

in unusual places, but it isn't about cocaine and sex in unusual places.

Though you'd be forgiven for thinking so, given how many times I've said the phrase cocaine

and sex in

unusual places in the course of 15 seconds. I mean, you hotheads know the fiction we hear on the

show often includes life slightly salacious bits, but I think part of the fun of today's story is,

wait for it, subtlety.

The author delivers lots of little hints about what is happening behind the scenes

to the protagonist and the peripheral characters too,

but it isn't clear until the very last moments of the story exactly

what kind of a story we've been listening to. And then it's difficult

to know how to feel about it. Cocaine and sex in unusual places aside. This story is one from

our archives by Paul LaFarge. He is the author of novels including luminous airplanes and the

night ocean.

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