I really don't "get" the Dana Goodyear poem entitled "The Bowerbirds". I'm not always a gifted poetry interpreter and this one isn't clicking with me. (I must add, in passing, that the New Yorker seems to have a lot more content available online for free than in the past. It's wonderful to be able to link to things.)
The issue includes one page nonfiction essays on the topic of Summer Movies. Marisa Silver's is quite good. Dave Eggers' didn't resonate with me.
James Surowiecki's essay "Be Our Guest," about the Senate's immigration-reform bill, usefully provides some historical context to the debate. He believes: ". . . the program's costs to American workers are negligible, the gains for the guest workers are enormous, and the U.S. economy will benefit. This is that rare option which is both sensible and politically possible. Congress should take it."
Yesterday I read the Junot Diaz short story called "Wildwood". It's written in second person point of view: "You dread conversation with your mother. These one-sided dressing-downs. You figure that she had called you in to give you another earful about your diet."
Diaz writes in a vibrant style, mixing in Spanish words that an English-speaking reader must define by context (not unlike the experience of a non-native speaker picking up English, one presumes). I just looked up bruja which is used multiple times -- it is Spanish for witch.
Another blogger gives his opinion of the story here. He believes the ending doesn't quite deliver. . . and I agree with him. In a story that doesn't lack for verbosity, the author chose to leave the ending a big ambiguous. He doesn't quite believe the transformation that takes place with the protagonist when she is sent to live in Santo Domingo. I have to say that I did find it believable. I believe that she adopted her earlier persona as a punker because she was attempting to take charge of creating an identity for herself (instead of accepting the identity forced on her by schoolmates, the neighborhood, her mother). Once she was in a totally new environment, she was free to figure out who she wanted to be without having to be in reaction to something or someone else.