The Sept. 27th _New Yorker_ features a kind of remake of "Franny," overhauled by B-grade Tarantino understudies with a special (and paradoxical) weakness for Hitchcock. There is a Lane, a Theory-spouting Nazi who is even more detestable than his prototype, and a Franny who reads Indian capture narratives instead of Russian religious odysseys. The dialogue recalls--but misses painfully--Lane and Franny at Sicklers. He's boring and insensitive; she's dreamy and pregnant. A transient latino looking for work stands in for the chicken sandwich. It's pretty fascninating. Reminds me of Updike's "The A&P" next to _Catcher_. -- Matt Kozusko mkozusko@parallel.park.uga.edu