In the September 24th edition of the New Yorker, the short story "TheMaserati Years" by Maxim Biller is about a young actor no longer in the spotlight who ignores all meaning in his life. Even when faced with the surprise of having fathered a child, his mind does not focus on the positive aspects of the future, but on the negative of the present: a child requires a lot of money that can only be gotten by selling his beloved Maserati. Using very simplistic writing, Biller achieves a sense of mellow indifference to emerge from the story. I must admit that because of my car-obsessed nature, I understand how mortifying it would be to be faced with the necessity to sell a Maserati. On the other hand, it is impossible not to feel genuine pity for a man who worries more about his car than his own child. Priorities man, it's all about priorities.