"Did Starbucks Really Put Olive Oil in Coffee?", Gideon Lewis-Kraus for The New Yorker
Submitted by v, with this runner-up that v claims is less funny out of context but it made me laugh before I actually read the story:
"Milking It", Molly Fischer for The New Yorker
I went to high school with Molly and while the extent to which we stay in touch is largely failing to schedule a book club, it's nice to see her continue to write delightfully good sentences that clearly come from a joy at finagling language. (Molly is a very joyful person for someone who once eviscerated Pamela Paul.)
A Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin
I'm currently listening to the audiobook version of this as my thing-to-listen-to-while-doing-chores, and the version available from my library is narrated by the science fiction writer Harlan Ellison. Based on poking around online it seems like his performance is divisive—Ellison is a very dramatic and exaggerated reader, which is a bit much for some. I find delightful. It just sounds like he's having a ball with this wonderful novel! The astonishment in Ellison's voice with this particular sentence is really lovely; he seems to be expressing both Ged's wonder and Ellison's own marvel at Le Guin's ability to craft a world.
Wayward Lives, Beautiful Experiments: Intimate Histories of Riotous Black Girls, Troublesome Women, and Queer Radicalsl, Saidiya Hartman
I'm currently working on a thesis that tries to fill a gap in the Historical Record by reading between the lines of that same gap-filled record. My advisor recommended I go back to Hartman, whose work isn't about indigenous miners in mid-century Brazil and central Africa but does grapple with the limitations of (extremely serious academia voice) The Archive.
Gaudy Night, Dorothy L. Sayers
Actually encountered in a screenshot from Tumblr, on an Instagram meme account, probably shared by Courtney who always finds the Good Memes.