So, there’s a page of literary jokes that got passed around my college classes in the before-time, in the long ago. I’m pretty sure they weren’t new then, and my college years are a decade past me. But the shtick was each author’s answer to why the chicken crossed the road, and Hemingway’s was “to die. In the rain.” Tom Perotta writes like that Hemingway joke. I love his books, but a compendium of his short stories may have been a poor choice on my […]