The New Yorker /Kevin Barry, extract from article. The fundamental human truth underpinning “Ox Mountain Death Song” is that men so very often turn into their fathers. The way that everything gets passed down. . . . I remember, as a child, a particular groan that my father would sound when he crawled from the bed in the morning. I hear the same groan now, precisely, every morning, when I emerge from my own lair. It’s more than an expression of physical weariness—it’s an aching of the soul. Even the groans get passed down. Illustration by Jashar Awan.