The October issue of Harper's has a neat story by T.C. Boyle. The premise is: the first-person protagonist lives within walking distance of the home of a recluse who was once (in the late 70s, early 80s) a member of a "third-tier" but financially successful rock band. The rocker/recluse has just died, and no one noticed that fact until people walking by the house smelled an overwhelming stench and called the authorities. The protagonist feels compelled early one morning to enter the now-empty house and look around, getting to know the enigmatic decedent. This entry and examination takes place by degrees, and the story does a great job of drawing us in to how the narrator is himself ... drawn in. Sample: There was a grand piano in one corner (Steinway, white) and across from it an electric version hooked up via a nest of wires to a pair of speakers that stood on either side of it. I had an impulse to lift the lid on the Steinway and try a key or two -- who ...