This week's edition of The New Yorker features a send-up of cross-cultural, cross-class holiday fear that is so hilariously dead-on, it made me laugh and wince at once.
Maria Semple's short fiction piece is a series of imagined emails from a preschool teacher, Emily, to the parents of her students after she sets up a DÃa de los Muertos altar to teach the kids about the Mexican Day of the Dead holiday. Emily's emails become progressively desperate as she responds to (presumably non-Latino) parents protesting the word "dead," religious dogma and whether there is anything "wrong' with Halloween." An email from a Mexican-born school employee who tries to help only makes things worse. It all goes downhill from here: