Soon she noticed that when she texted him he usually texted her back right away, but if she took more than a few hours to respond his next message would always be short and wouldn’t include a question, so it was up to her to re-initiate the conversation, which she always did. A few times, she got distracted for a day or so and wondered if the exchange would die out altogether, but then she’d think of something funny to tell him or she’d see a picture on the Internet that was relevant to their conversation, and they’d start up again. She still didn’t know much about him, because they never talked about anything personal, but when they landed two or three good jokes in a row there was a kind of exhilaration to it, as if they were dancing.
Grazie a un articolo su Electric Literature ho scoperto Kristen Roupenian e Cat person, racconto da cui è tratto il passaggio sopra e che si può leggere online sul New Yorker. Molto carina la raccolta di racconti, che ha ottime recensioni.
Tra parentesi, quando Cat person è diventato virale, l’autrice ha passato un momento difficile che è raccontato sempre sul New Yorker.