https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2025/09/22/the-pool-fiction-t-coraghessan-boyle
We once considered a house with a swimming pool, but Phil, having had one as a child, nixed it, saying it was too much responsibility and insurance, and this story tackles that. The protagonist, a rather dyspeptic man for someone in his early thirties, allows his house to become party central for his friends and family and several issues arise over the pool. This feels like a story John Updike might have written forty years ago. Perhaps Boyle did or perhaps he's remembering such a house and pool.
I am pretty sure I read one or two Boyle novels back in the day but they were much less upper middle class than this one. I will have to investigate.
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