Katie

Katie has posted on her blog a legion of compellingly written and deeply affecting anecdotes (acerbic and hilarious ones, too) recording throbs of urban life --but none more more so than her latest, a characteristically spare narration of overhearing from her window, but not being positioned to see directly, a fatal shooting and its aftermath. God. She scrapes your heart with the situation's terrible, incongruous aura of inconsequentiality. I wasn't even there, and I still can't purge from my mind her account of the irritable inflection in the dying victim's voice.