In two days I'm headed to the place where my family gathers every August, my enthusiasm high despite a mixed historical record. In my suitcase: a copy of the summer issue of the Virginia Quarterly Review
. Why? Because I'm making every member of my family read Brock Clarke's "The Ghosts We Love," the funniest, the saddest, the finest short story about summertime family gatherings since Cheever's "Goodbye, My Brother." Get a copy and your family, too, might be saved.