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fromThe New Yorker
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A young woman's dissociation intensifies into paranoid breakdown amid ordinary routines; a nail-salon owner observes and reveals working-class alienation with dark humor.
Typically I avoid telling people where I'm from. Especially now that I live on the West Coast, the perception of the Hamptons is so different from my childhood and young adult experience that I'd rather just tell people I'm from Long Island than explain the reality of growing up in an area notorious for its status as a playground for the rich and famous with sky-high real estate prices and club entry fees in the hundreds of dollars.