Nearly every nail-biting child with a desire for fame and a love of the shitty later novels of Philip Roth has one goal: to get a story into The New Yorker. Mysterious blogger TMFTML hatches a plan to do just that: "Our first possibility is aimed squarely at capturing the attention of Deborah Treisman and her kingmaking cohorts at The New Yorker. As far as we can tell, there are only two ways for an unknown writer to break into that periodical: get a job there as an editorial assistant or write a story about twenty-something urban anomie. As we re barred from all Conde Nast property owing to an unfortunate incident with Steve Florio and a venti double shot soy latte, we re going to have to go the second route. Here s our opening: When Annabel phoned him that morning to tell him it was over, David was absentmindedly masturbating to a low-impact aerobics video which he had borrowed from the library earlier in the week with that specific purpose in mind."
The Collected Stories of TMFTML [TMFTML]