In the piece, Peter Lanza gives the impression of a devastated and ruined man. He admits to being haunted by his son nightly in his dreams, wracked with guilt for not having done more to force himself into Adam's life, and even stated that, after what Adam did, he wished Adam had never been born. No parent would utter those words without feeling deep, unendurable pain. None.
Today we are well accustomed to having some of the most enduring names in American letters long associated with The New Yorker: John Updike, appearing there for nearly sixty years; E. B. White; James Thurber; John Cheever; Rachel Carson; John McPhee; and many more. However, The New Yorker was a newcomer in 1925.