The New Yorker: Shouts & Murmurs | Center of the Universe by Simon Rich
On the first day, God created the heavens and the earth.
“Let there be light,” He said, and there was light. And God saw that it was good. And there was evening—the first night.
On the second day, God separated the oceans from the sky. “Let there be a horizon,” He said. And lo: a horizon appeared and God saw that it was good. And there was evening—the second night.
On the third day, God’s girlfriend came over and said that He’d been acting distant lately.
Please pardon the superlative, but Simon Rich has outdone himself. This is one of the best things I have ever read in The New Yorker. I smiled ear-to-ear reading this on the subway, and loved every word. Be sure not to miss the second page if reading online.
I’m not much of an essayist, but I keep trying to do it because a few people do it really well and make me laugh. Simon Rich is one of them . It’s such a simple medium yet so full of hilarious potential.
