This short story by Raymond Carver is a good example of what he does best: slice of life. Barber Shop. Bullshitting in a barber shop. A character heavy bullshitting session in a barber shop over a foiled hunting trip between the patrons. It's as if Carver gives us a tiny scene but layers it this way and it feels like there's more to it than there is when you finish reading it. But in reality, it's exactly what Carver wants the reader to see. It's a snapshot and there's more to the story that we don't see but that's okay. For Carver, in this story, that is preferable.
This was a nice piece to read after Day Eleven's reading. The diversity is already making my head spin but my heart thrum. Finally, I feel alive!