Fiction in the New Yorker is not always to my taste but I found this novel about the deaf and blind lover of Olga (the friend of the author’s mother) hilarious.
The dialogue between the grandparents and the mother explaining how Olga and her lover met when he was a speaker at a conference. Don’t want to spoil it, but the “dialogue of the deaf”, how they all get prepared to receive the ‘deaf and blind’ and the dinner itself is worth a read. And then something beautiful happens, proving that
“Love is blind indeed”