I just read a short story by Stamm, a Swiss writer, in the New Yorker. It was beautiful. I'm always suspicious of male writers who use female main characters, because as often as not it seems they're just being exploitative or trying to make some kind of point they don't think they can make with a male character. But this one felt perfectly authentic. So I want to read more by him.
...and I just checked, and the library doesn't have it. I'll have to buy a copy. It *better* be good!