Maile Meloy has a new short in the May 21st issue of the New Yorker, called “The Proxy Marriage.” New Yorker fiction is often ambivalent, emotionally stunted, or downright bleak. (I’m looking at you, Annie Proulx’s “Tits-up In A Ditch.”) So it was a bit of a surprise to find a short story that is so unequivocal, clear, and leaves you feeling rather refreshed at the end. I cannot guarantee that it will make your heart melt to any real degree, but I loved it, and I suspect you’ll like it, too.