George Saunders

“I love him like my own son,” Harris said.
“What a ridiculous statement,” Ma said. “You hate your son.”

The resistance in the stories is quiet, at a slant, and comes from perhaps the most radical idea of all: that every human being is worthy of attention and that the origins of every good and evil capability of the universe may be found by observing a single, even very humble, person and the turnings of his or her mind.