Dear TNY, today is a Monday in which there is much shit to do on my end, so I got a jump on “Yente”…

Dear TNY, fuck “The Monkey Who Speaks” and fuck you for publishing it…

Dear TNY,

Did we not discuss how academia is trash and unrelatable for most people and also mega fucking boring, and yet you have brought us “Pnin Gives a Party”?

Dear TNY, I’m in OKC this morning and I just finished “The Mom of Bold Action”…

Dear TNY, a big old “fuck you” to “The Iceman”…

Dear TNY, so I’m on my own again, currently ass-in-chair in Chattanooga, TN, and I just finished skimming “Selection Week”…

Dear TNY, it is the end of my summer trip and I just read “Superstition” from a hotel room in Atlanta…

Dear TNY, fuck my face are your magazine’s pages wasted with the horsecockery of “Coda”…

Dear TNY, you’re back after two weeks and you brought us “The Theresa Job”…

Dear TNY, so I’m writing this first paragraph after reading the first paragraph of your published version of “Young Girls”…

Dear TNY, swing and a miss with “Satellites”…

Dear TNY, another year, another fiction issue. I started with “Unread Messages”…

Dear TNY, “My Apology” is fit to sit alongside your usual “we’re so fucking clever” literature that fails to actually be literature…

Dear TNY, spoiler alert: No one fucking cares about “Offside Constantly”…

Dear TNY, “Foster”. Who. Fucking. Cares.

Dear TNY, “Before the Valley” typifies modern TNY style…

Dear TNY, it’s official: my summer cross-country adventure has begun and the first offering of the trip is “A, S, D, F”.

Dear TNY, “The Party” is a fucking triumph…

Dear TNY, it’s a beautiful day in May and you gave us “Children of the Good Book”…