Mark Helprin's collection of short stories, The Pacific and Other Stories, has been around for eight years or so, but I had not read them until this past week. They are beautiful and provoke thoughts that percolate long after the reading is done. Some are enigmatic, but they leave you pursuing the unfinished and mysterious issues raised. I think that if you can read "Monday" without at least mildly losing your composure you are not fully human. Of course, there are those who dislike Helprin's collection, notably D.T. Max in a 2004 review. Chacun a son gout. I think The Pacific is magnificent and a welcome respite from legal reading.