I read King avidly in High School and though I have not read much of his work
lately I was excited to see his short story "Premium Harmony" in the November 9th issue of the New Yorker. I'm in my mid Forties now and this story really touched me, actually, it blew me away. For those of you have not read it you can check it out here:
http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/fea...i_fiction_king
It's a straight shot of moonshine from a still Stephen's been keeping behind some strip mall near Fort Meyers in Florida where a real slice of life and death can sometimes be the most terrifying thing. I can see why the editors at the New Yorker chose it. What do you guys think?



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