I'm not the sort to read short stories, but ever since I've read Robert Olen Butler's short stories collection Tabloid Dreams, I went on to another short stories collection of his called A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. He wrote convincingly from the point of view of Vietnamese Americans as if he were one himself. Like Kazuo Ishiguro wrote as if he were an English butler in Remains of the Day. Maybe readers read books and writers read people.